I am excited to introduce you to an amazing poet named Shontay Luna from Chicago, Illinois! Shontay’s work is filled with wonderful imagery, taking the reader on an emotional journey through thoughtful interpretation.

*At The End Of The Day*

I want a gorgeous man when I get home
from a long day, wearing nothing but his
skin and a smile as he automatically pours
me a drink. Putting in so much ice, I’m
reminded of igloos. Containing so much
alcohol,it should accompanied with a ball of
cotton. A concoction of spiked, rebellious
nectar that I eagerly await to partake in. To
forget the heat simmering the city outside
where I passed people frying eggs AND
bacon on the sidewalk. As the beverage
storms it’s way through the desert of my
mouth, it removes from me the day’s events
as well as all reason. A proximate escape
from the myriad of obligations that never ceased.
Handing me another container of soft ambrosia,
my eyes never leave his, the entirety of it’s contents
travelling down and away.

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Time Is

Time is a mad

songbird, skipping

through lifetimes

when backs are

turned. The passing

can be quick; quicker

than the fastest

outlaw. Within a

blink, he’ll be gone.

Like a songbird,

whistling as he

rides into the sunset.

With bags of gold

topped with heated

pistols. The whispers

of townsfolk emerging

into screams upon the

dawn. Tick tock of the

clock a tap dance on the

brain, as one finale ends

but another begins.