Today, I am deeply honoured to welcome back one of the most prolific, talented and graciously human thinkers of our time: poet, singer/songwriter, playwright and political journalist, editor, and activist, Sandy Leonvest.
In some distant hinterland, where the dream still moves in circles, and the snake never dies, and courts of angels play reluctant witness to time’s merciless whims, the Nightingale surrenders her song to a darkening sky; Her flightless wings lay under the Willow, where remnants of Light disappear into the skin of a withering sphere, leaving behind a scattering of dust and microcosmic particles, which splinter on contact into infinite versions of parallel worlds, before returning to ashes and bones. Back in the city, the streets go dark, triggering colorful chains of collapsing constellations, strange and unseemly alliances, and the collective unravelling of obsolete institutions, amid the collective eclipse of empires. This brings about an excitement of stars, all rushing to change shape amid mass evacuations, cascading galaxies, and the emptying of earthly planes, their lengthening shadows, leaving trails of dust in their stead, which causes the dead, who turn restive and grey, to abandon their posts, bewildered and distraught at the random nature of the unfolding order, and, quite possibly, disheartened by the abdication of stars. And time, unmoved by the specter of its own passing, retains no memory of itself, so shrugs nonchalantly, confusing heaven with hell, giving rise to rumors of unspeakable endings and the lowering of flags, amid the arrant unravelling of everything … and the sweltering heat, passes in waves of indifference thru dense city walls, leaving traces of Truth (if truth there be) and fragments of time forgotten to linger like orphans between the cracks. And Love alone waits for light to return, her dream of tomorrow circling the sun, a lonely satellite, cold as a stranger growing old in a starless sky
~Sandy LeonVest has, over the course of her writing career, been a poet, playwright, singer-songwriter, political journalist – radio and print – and the editor/publisher of SolarTimes (solartimes.org), a groundbreaking energy publication and newspaper distributed throughout the San Francisco Bay Area from 2006 through 2013. Today she spends most of her time writing poetry and fiction, which she believes was “who she meant to be all along.” Sandy’s poems capture the spirit of the 21st century, with all of its circularities and contradictions – fathomless beauty and incomprehensible ugliness; infinite joy and endless grieving; and the inevitability of “the ever-spinning circle.” Sorrowful endings followed by new beginnings. Her poetic voice seems to channel the poets of long ago, at once emanating from another era, yet echoing universal and timeless themes.
*Title image is a wall painting from the ancient Roman city of Pompeii, 79AD.