The Local Astronomy
By Hillary Lyon
expert wields a machete because people think
grant monies grow on trees
learn to interpret the sky he says
for an authentic rooftop experience
the first colors of sunrise
heighten awareness
and ceremoniously quiet the mind
by gliding over the glass surface
of dawning consciousness glittering
like mica-flecked sand
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Hillary Lyon is founder of and editor for the Arizona-based small press poetry publisher, Subsynchronous Press. The author of more than 20 poetry chapbooks, her poems have appeared in journals such as Black Petals, Bloodbond, Dreams & Nightmares, Scifaikuest, Illumen, and Jellyfish Whispers, as well as numerous anthologies. hillarylyon.wordpress.com
Thursday, December 5, 2019
12/5/19
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Thursday, October 24, 2019
10/24/19
Bedside Laboratory
By Hillary Lyon
the shifting voltage
the miniature needles
the cockpit-like desk
all the instruments
of space exploration
in an ordinary room
hospital-silent
the heavy gentlemen
monitor the brain waves
beyond the door
meticulously recording
extremely rare nightmares
of irradiated borderlands
and workers with color-coded
skin doomed to suffer
the frenzy in the blood
found in the lucid dream
of knives and fishes
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Hillary Lyon is founder of and editor for the Arizona-based small press poetry publisher, Subsynchronous Press. The author of more than 20 poetry chapbooks, her poems have appeared in journals such as Black Petals, Bloodbond, Dreams & Nightmares, Scifaikuest, Illumen, and Jellyfish Whispers, as well as numerous anthologies. hillarylyon.wordpress.com
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Thursday, September 26, 2019
9/26/19
Illuminated Pixels, Like Lotus Leaves
By Hillary Lyon
trying to lift ourselves
out of the encroaching darkness
a rectangular blue light in hand
reveals the placement of constellations
while the loading wheel spins--
in heaven stars become signs
that tell us a story about ascendant fire--
a warning meme--about the conviction
everyone had fifty years ago
now it's all backwards
people shake theirs heads yes
people nod their heads no
civilized people can't be bothered
with the shadows on the cave wall
instead preferring electric fields of multi-petaled dreams
which will fade even as the ocher-halo'd hand prints remain
the true artifacts of history--the virtual signifiers--destined someday
to again spur the white horse to take wing
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Hillary Lyon is founder of and editor for the Arizona-based small press poetry publisher, Subsynchronous Press. The author of more than 20 poetry chapbooks, her poems have appeared in journals such as Black Petals, Bloodbond, Dreams & Nightmares, Scifaikuest, Illumen, and Jellyfish Whispers, as well as numerous anthologies. hillarylyon.wordpress.com
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Thursday, September 14, 2017
9/14/17
Adventure Tourism
By Hillary Lyon
amid the swirl of wind
the blonde stem stands alone
as its brothers bow down
the arcane design
the expanding fractal blooms
embroider the farmer's field
from a distance
the message is deemed
a hoax an art installation
from an even greater distance
the message is deemed
an asterisk on a signpost signaling
this is the way
this is the place so cool
your jets and stay a while
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Hillary Lyon is founder of and editor for the Arizona-based small press poetry publisher, Subsynchronous Press. The author of 21 chapbooks, her poems have appeared in journals such as Eternal Haunted Summer, Scifaikuest, Illumen, and Disturbed Digest, as well as numerous anthologies. hillarylyon.wordpress.com
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Thursday, February 9, 2017
2/9/17
For Sale: A Little Wonder
By Hillary Lyon
. . . and when the palm is pierced
great arcs of light and color
spew streamers heavenward
magnetizing all eyes on the show
none able to turn away
or confidently count the many rings
on the many manicured fingers
all those gems of great worth
sparkling in the palm's light like sunlight glinting
on the chrome lips highly polished on
the queen dethroned in the backward age
of instant media it is she who cuts
the grinning puppet's strings
setting his soul free rolling like glass beads
from a broken string it is she
who raises the cry: OH!
Look at this little wonder for sale--
I want one!
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Hillary Lyon is founder of and editor for the small poetry house, Subsynchronous Press. She earned an MA in English Lit from SMU. Her work has appeared in Shadow Train, Illya's Honey, Illumen, Eternal Haunted Summer, and Scifaikuest, among others.
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Thursday, January 19, 2017
1/19/17
Spacesick
By Hillary Lyon
oh he's spacesick again
these boots are too heavy
and this world twirls too fast
for comfort he's sleepy now
but he has to move on
because his arms want to flail
rather than move in smooth waves
in ultra slow motion
oh he's ill but happy look
through the other end of the viewer
a billion pixels highlight
all the incomprehensible beauty here
it makes him shiver into dance
it's almost too much to taste to transmit
these wonders he's found so far
from home
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Hillary Lyon is founder of and editor for the small poetry house, Subsynchronous Press. She earned an MA in English Lit from SMU. Her work has appeared in Shadow Train, Illya's Honey, Illumen, Eternal Haunted Summer, and Scifaikuest, among others.
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