2020 Fall & Halloween Arts Showcase Exhibit

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Disco of the Dead performed by Crossroads Dance Indy to the song Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeah

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Labyrinths 
by Ndaba Sibanda
 
Her lover walked out
On her on their anniversary
And left her lost in her mental cobwebs
 
A shockwave swept away with her to a sea
Of bewilderment when she was expecting
Nothing short of entertainment   

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In The Witching Hour
by Alys Caviness-Gober
 
Sleepless, I meander,
down hallways and through
rooms familiar, my fingers run across
beloved treasures left here
bereft of you and
waiting for your return;
I’ve no need for lights.
Pausing to peer out of windows
into the shadowed nothingness
of darkness accented
in moonlight,
the slim tree branches holding baby leaves
are highlighted softly,
swaying in a midnight dance.
 
Gathering within me, shadows
and light swirl and cascade in torrents,
I sit before my scrying glass, peering
into the shadowed nothingness of darkness,
my gaze becomes anxious,
desperation filters in;
I seek accents highlighted softly.
 
Exhale, let go.
Stop seeking, let go,
Breathe in, let go.
Shadows and torrents, let go.
Let go let go
and look again.
Exhale.
 
My breath fogs my scrying glass,
or perhaps for a second
the glass fogs my second sight,
then with swirling cascades of motion
it clears, gently like the swaying
of slim branches holding baby leaves;
 
I see your face before me.

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Black Cat Nights
by Vivianne Belle
 
Some nights, black cat shadows creep
into my subconscious deep,
mewling and clawing monsters
merge in witchey cauldron stirs,
invading my nightmare’d sleep;
some nights, black cat shadows creep.

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Not That Path Again 
by Ndaba Sibanda
 
She gave the wind’s bait her back
For experience was her conscience
She who had heard hounds infested
With rabies bark wildly all day long
 
The wind had a way of being fulsome
Its tongue was sweeter than honey
But then it hid rabies and rubbish
She had trodden that path before

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Shadows
by Alys Caviness-Gober
 
In a flash,
I turn,
but a flash is too slow
and it’s too late;
there’s nothing left
but shadows.

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Demons Against Demos
by Ndaba Sibanda
 
rolling stones from high
giving democracy no sigh
 
police brutality against blacks
in the US, police brutality in Zim
 
crushing demos in Zim
instead of crushing demons
 
criminalizing peaceful protests
caring for the corrupt and cruel
 
rolling, rolling stones from hell
hence health institutions are not well

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The Bus With Bags Of Bugs 
by Ndaba Sibanda
 
A cyber stalker lost the plot when he stumbled
On the net and screamed the hell out of anger
He was thrown under a bus of voracious viruses     

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