The Cento for October 4, 2022

Photo by Fredrik Solli Wandem on Unsplash

Village, Lost Forever

The horizon goes all the way around.
It was just a trick the stillness sometimes plays.
We are just a signature away,
a feathered stretch between clouds and their currents,
half in the whispers of solace,
half in the groans of terror.

During every First Tuesdays open mic, we communally compose a cento using language taken from each open-mic reader’s offering. This cento is composed of lines from the work of: Scott Bankert, Lisa Terzo, Shams A. Momin, David Siller, Henry Sussman.