Before you kiss a reptile, be sure your lips are dead.

by Sylvester Kwakye

Before you kiss a reptile, be sure your lips are dead.

before the picnic started,
a viper had kissed her calf

but she kept discussing
how it tasted

her endurance
was soon a heart attack

a face filled with rivulet
of demise

that little creature was gone
forever. to begin a new life

our doubts saw its burrow,
but couldn’t catch it.

my sympathy couldn’t do
a heart transplantation

but this poem gave her a bolus
of IV fluids

not like a physician would,
but a carpenter

it deconstructed thoughts of suicide
& fenced a life

with slabs from a broken promise
of yesterday’s love.

A Petal Darkly

by Beth Horton


Sylvester Kwakye is a Ghanaian medical student and author of Flying From Nectar To Hive,a full-length poetry collection. His poems have been published or accepted for publication in Writing Woman Anthology volume three, New Note Poetry, Metachrosis Literary Magazine, and Cool Beans Lit.

Beth Horton holds a degree in creative arts therapy, and she majored in health science at Niagara University, in Lewiston, New York. Her love for art began as a small child, watching her father paint into the wee hours of the morning. In addition to abstract art, Beth enjoys photography, mixed-media composition and sketches. Her work has appeared in several publications, including Aji Magazine, Club Plum, Olit, Months to Years, and Pensive.

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