Prose – “The Wandering Bell”

The Wandering Bell

By Anthony Jutz

My bell echoes its whisper on the cool, damp breeze through the ruins of my village. It provides a ward against the hungering ghosts of my friends and family, who didn’t survive the wrath of another man’s god. I rummage through the remains of my ancestral home, longing for a keepsake, or at least some semblance of a reminder of where I came from.

I can feel their ice-hot breath breathing down my neck, blinding by their own rage and betrayal. It wasn’t me who gave away the secrets of our village’s ancient, magical defenses, but I was outside the walls when it happened. They don’t recognize me anymore.

No longer able to tolerate the air of spiteful remorse, I leave the village with a small pouch of seeds exclusive to my home. With all that was turned to ashes, someone needs to sew fresh growth upon this land. My magic within shall be the only memento I need.

Poem – “Shadow of the Moon”

Shadow of the Moon
By Anthony Jutz
 
Fractured and deranged,
The moon-beast shambles through the wood.
It hungers for fresh kills,
Not of its own, but to steal from others.
 
Standing erect it gazes on,
The dull maroon of blood shines in the light of the moon.
The corpse of a doe, fresh and sweet,
Ripe and inviting, calling its name.
 
Lumbering forward, the moon-beast
Lurches toward its prey.
The wolf, its foe, lays broken at its feet.
Soon to be remade anew.
 
Fungal spores float upon hot breath,
Carrying new life into the flesh of both Cervid and Canus.
Reborn, they will carry on their function,
Much like that of the moon-beast.
 
Another shambles, another beast,
To spread a plague upon and without.
It reanimates life into its own making:
To unmake the Earth.

Poem – “Bury”

Bury
By Anthony Jutz
 
Bury it down,
Deep, like in a furnace
Or perhaps a volcano.
 
Bury it down,
Let it fester and rot
So you can use it as fuel.
 
Decayed, decrepit,
Hungry for rage that has yet
To become potent.
 
Fill your bones with it,
Drown your lungs in it,
And let it drive you to overcome.
 
A swamp may absorb the flood,
But that swamp is filled with life.
Feed it your decay and watch it grow.
 
Mile-high mangroves standing tall and proud,
Your rage turns to relief:
The pain and tears have turned green.
 
Now a home for life,
Overcome and
Reborn.

Poem – “I am a knife”

I am a knife
By Anthony Jutz
 
I am a knife,
Or perhaps a dancer.
I do a twirl on the edge,
Perhaps of myself or maybe a great abyss.
 
The world is a sheath,
Or perhaps a ripe fruit,
Ready for the knife.
Sliced in twain it holds my form, regardless.
 
Reality is but a moment,
Shifting between breaths.
It runs along the edge of the knife,
Of me,
Standing on the tip or perhaps over a precipice.
 
This moment,
But a pinprick.
The feeling bubbles and drops off.
 
Falling to the ground, it disappears,
Followed by another,
And another.
 
It forms a pool of deep red
Containing a reflection of me,
Or perhaps the knife,
Dancing on the edge.
 
The edge burns with potential,
Another moment aching to be.
The feelings flow in and out,
Awaiting my decision
To take the plunge.

ODP Poem – “Rucksack”

Rucksack

by Anthony Jutz

A traveler’s rucksack,
Filled with things along the way.
 
This collection of stuff,
From both good and bad days.
 
Memories beholden,
To failures from the past.
 
A sad compartment of shit,
Dumped in a ditch at long last.
 
To let go and let loose,
The present better than what was.
 
The pack now lightened,
Cleaned out just because.
 
All that old junk,
Left to rot in the sun.
 
Time to move on,
Tomorrow’s just begun.


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ODP Poem – “Dragon”

A green dragon with wispy yellow wings makes a silly face. It holds onto a grey-blue tree with an eye at its base. The tree is surrounded by beige stones that look like teeth.

Dragon

by Anthony Jutz

Bright as the night,
It slithers behind the moon.
 
But during the day,
It whispers in the clouds.
 
Within the atmosphere,
The world is its throne.
 
Its kingdom its own,
Ruled by none.
 
Tread lightly,
Beware the dragon’s words.
 
For where reality meets unreality,
Truth is but a wish.
 
Now go,
Go softly.
 
And breathe,
Breathe the dream.
 
The dragon calls.


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