THE WORD by Eve Rifkah
The Word
The word fell into a vat of wordsThe vat so full sometimes a wordSpills over and is lost
The word drifts down through other wordsMingles and shiftsLetters rub offLetters are addedThe word meets friendsHolds...
SOFTLY ABOVE by Roger Singer
SOFTLY ABOVE
the last clouds of dayare rooms overthe ocean,curtains of moisturereabsorbed,exposing aa carpet of stars,glistening sweetnessnourished by angelsas we trespassbeneath heaven
WET
rainy citygray on grayblack streetsclouds pressed lowshoulders in the misteach puddlea fluid fingerprintreflectingjagged photosof...