dance, honey, blood, rule. + next round o' words.

Lexiphiles, we salute you! Missed you last week; there was some traveling going on, both mental & corporeal. We'll be back on schedule with every-Monday postings next week.

We love the response we got to this group of words. Here are some of our picks from a whole juicy two weeks' worth of submissions:


abandon back story
choose body               (dance)


the key in the lock
peach pit
a fire you cannot put out      (dance)


when two trunks
mine & yours
kiss bark
& entangle root    (dance)


honeyed words
and the blood and guts of our lives
thrusts us into past and future
regrets and fears                                 (dance)


practice of being present in the moment    (dance)


the touch of the devil
on the tip of your soul       (dance)


a salacious heel turn
in the beat of traffic
two fold                      (dance)


leather fold in the master's keep
hoof & bit
hot body turning under weight & pull            (dance)


killing a lover
in the midst of a sonata          (dance)


i
don't       (dance)


brow sweat & tear
licked from chalice lip          (honey)


the earth pot in which
a small child holds his endless swim        (honey)


a ground dance
leading northwest
to the door of the soothsayer           (honey)


the still dance of a toothed butterfly
sharpened, polished
on a wizard's cane                                  (honey)


I love you
I miss you
come find me        (honey)


perfume of a female beast
wetting her palms
staining her bone white teeth       (blood)


a made sacrifice
for one more wing
one more wish                  (blood)


a bridge between calf
& ankle
sisters forever                  (blood)


liquid, solid
binds us all
despite the shame        (blood)


quick to mix with water
and confuse the issue             (blood)


from bowl cap to knee bone
a stagnant fire
that holds up the dance          (blood)


leaving behind the rolling cassocks
small white blossom
in the bosom of a dead man's hand         (blood)


it seemed so simple
red dots
red line
red pool         (blood)


when the caterpillar refuses the light
& the air
& dines in darkness on his feet                  (rule)


blue silk curtain
dividing chanteuse from song           (rule)


not an implicit understanding
you got to carve it into stone
for it to be a rule                         (rule)


bottle cap, rusted
leaning on the sill
where feasts used to cool
in the Kansas heat                  (rule)


you make a box
you live in a box
you cherish the box
the box falls apart             (rule)


my chisel wasn't sharp enough      (rule)


& this time, we got two poems that use or encompass all four words:


Do they still dance to Haydn's Symphony No. 43
in Hungary, like honey never decomposing
but fermenting, or like ephemeral eagle's
blood in the fog of Haydn's Symphony No. 88?
Who rules in the essence of his ether?


you with your hips
me with no boundaries


Yowza.

So, next weeks' words are

matchstick      tower      sacred      volcano

Send your poems of seven lines or less, re-imagining or defining these words, to inkandfamine@gmail.com. And please, if you are waving your hand in the virtual air because you've got your heart set on seeing a particular word undergo this collaborative poetic transformation, leave us a comment below!

O happy day, calloo, callay--

Ink and Famine