Zina

- by Linn Barnes

Zina
-Linn Barnes

one day sometime ago
as usual alone on the beach
the fresh breeze splashing my 
burning face under a hot sun

it was a very good day
the fish blues stripers sea trout
were piling up on the beach
I couldn’t seem to miss a cast

I was totally focused on the waves
crashing about my feet sinking into the sand 
splashing wildly to my waist
churning the morning into myth

when out of my left eye 
an apparition danced into view
a diaphanous white gown blowing
wildly in the late morning breeze

covering a beauty beyond 
anything I had ever witnessed
in this life or in my dreams
a radiance ghostly eyes piercing

the rude light of common day
dissolving into magic illusion
enveloping the vision
into an impossible form

which caught me out of nowhere
and nearly pushed me to my knees
leaving me stuttering mindless
greetings mumbled out of awe and fear

and we spoke first in English
then French then from the heart
for more than an hour
which vanished cruelly 

leaving me alone
finally on the blasted 
beach waves crashing
into the loneliness of my heart


A Dream

- by Linn Barnes

A Dream
-Linn Barnes March 2020

I dreamed I tripped and fell into a bog
way from the leash of good will

and left stranded on uncertain shores
the tidal flux lapping at my withered feet

now wrapped in a sheath of green
as I became more like the water

and less like the familiar earth
where once upon a time

I freely strode and smiled
grieved laughed and played


Sign Up

- by Linn Barnes

Sign Up
-Linn Barnes

When in the course of human events 
it becomes so fucking apparent that 
a depraved abberent has somehow 
gotten his hands on the reins of power
and the sycophanic horseflesh are 
laughing and braying their fat asses 
off as they shit lies all over the sad
streets of our towns and cities
while the citizens are informed 
they should get the fuck over it,

then,

You better be getting busy
because time is running short
on a fast burning and despicable fuse
enabling this man to dabble in
just about anything he may fancy.

Sign up 
Take a step
Write something
Speak out
Be outraged
Don’t be shy
And fear nothing.


Sunday

- by Linn Barnes

Sunday
-Linn Barnes

I spent this last day
doing as much nothing 
as i could grumble up

until as the day wained
and upon the holy screen 
a game was cast before

my squinted eyes which 
dragged me away from 
my stalwart easel

to face the glamour 
of yet another dusk
of gladiatorial grins

along with a nation
of sloths and fools who’ve
been duped into thinking

as caligula would have had it
that what they see will bring
gloated and grinatious

fancy into desperate lives
hanging filial like over 
the constant flames

of jonathan edward’s
crispy consuming flames
for us like his spiders

into the sharp and pure 
light of a moment’s relief
before the cascading

fall to the distant
and hopeless valley
where legions of the lost

shall suffer despair and madness 
as the rest wait patiently
for the next ride down

for the fall seems upon us
as the light seems to fade
and courage is all we have left.


Painting

- by Linn Barnes

Painting
-Linn Barnes

There among the images
among the dancing colors

At what seems the border of 
the deep quantum world

Where the elusive here 
may be not far from there

And the perilous now just 
might be the vanished was

Where tomorrow shines
bright beacons for the

Bustling and fired imagination
on fire with the blade in hand

Where in dense shadows
and plains of space I am

Learning to broadcast
visions of multiple beauty 

Which have captured
and thoroughly enraptured

This wandering soul
now less adrift than ever

As the canvas yields 
to the density of secrecy



The Phantome

- by Linn Barnes


La Dame du Lac

- by Linn Barnes


The Tree

- by Linn Barnes

The Tree
-Linn Barnes

Staring year after year after year
at the bright lights of the forever tree 

Once wobbled me to the verge of collapse
until I guess I got used to it and learned

To bathe in the multicolored fantasy
flashing without fail each December

While always fearing that one day
a shadow would pass over all of it and

The glamour of the glimmer would
crinkle crack and creep away

Leaving me stranded with years of
desolate nothingness ahead

But that has not to this time
been the case as I revel once

Again in the primitive seduction
of sparkle and twinkle blinking

The old routine and nothing has
been lost to time but time itself

The old and merciless enemy
stalking all the days we have

Wandered into careless vanishing 
while the twinkling lights pulse

Glow and shatter the shadows
so eager to put them to rest


On Stage

- by Linn Barnes

On Stage
-Linn Barnes

Miracles are in the 
air on stage
where the 
bright lights 
heat and bear down

where there is no 
place to hide
where there is 
only the truth
being born which 
rattles the storms 
that rattle
your being

where there is 
finally no retreat 
and there is left 
only the need 
to engage
to bring joy

and 
hope 
to 
survive


Solstice

- by Linn Barnes

Solstice
-Linn Barnes

It is said Gabriel will lean down out of heaven
and with a mighty blast on his golden horn

shock with booming wave after wave fields
mountains forests lakes seas and plains

with the clear good news for all the living
that the darkness will be swept back

that a new sun is busy being born
after the longest night is weathered

while the raw cold and fierce winds
hold all on earth in shock and fear

the fires are lit heaped and banked
as all await the dawning of another year


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