THE GREATEST OF THESE by Benjamin Daniel Lukey
THE GREATEST OF THESEby Benjamin Daniel Lukey
FAMILIAR
I hearAll the old thingsCalling with sweet voices.I didn’t think I missed them, butI did.
LOOK
A well-worn game trail,Long used by deer and rabbits,Has been rudely blocked
By an old...
THE GAZE by Anthony Melekwe
THE GAZEby Anthony Melekwe
THE GAZE
Hill, planesAcross rocky sloppy groundsI am none. You could never touchI stay lone surrounded by moonlight and nothingThe dreams that fly, daze of lullabymy feet maunders prints of Columbus and...
PARABLE OF THE FATHER by Kimberly Nunes
PARABLE OF THE FATHERby Kimberly Nunes
FACING DUENDE
Dusk shadows of branches and leavesare timorous patternson the golden wall.Inside her head she swimsa red river as violet eyes driftin and out of context.
Again, she is luminous haloabsorbing...
LOST CITY by Ian Allaby
LOST CITYby Ian Allaby
Lost City
are these the streets of ancient timeswhere famous faces once did rove?where voices rang by torch-lit wallswhere golden chariots drove
is this the grove where we embracedis this the home we...
SOFT THINGS by Mary MacGowan
SOFT THINGSby Mary MacGowan Soft Things It comes to her on soft things.Boiled noodles. Fresh bread.Cinnabons and strudel.With each chew comes a shrillness- A440 - heard in her jaw bone.Stillness is rare so she’s spareda constant...
JOY by Lauren Bishop
JOYBy Lauren Bishop
Joy
So fleeting like the fizz of bubbles.Laughter pops and splatter with time.Artificial smiles mask the hint of fire.It licks my spine and tickles my brain.Fuzziness gone and here again.The secrets I can’t...
FIRST AS LAST by Midori Gleason
FIRST AS LASTby Midori Gleason First as LastWe were two men left out on the sea,two dark shadows in a snow-flecked night.By day the golden waves would speak of dreamsof freezing on the sea so far...
BEAUTY DEFINED by Linda Greene
BEAUTY DEFINED
by Linda Greene
History of Elves
twilight streaming lights do shinenothing brighter than a child’s eyestinsel toy soldiers sleigh ridessnowball fights anticipations rise
a never before told story kept in disguiseevery holiday season it’s been the...
INVOCATION by Wim Coleman
INVOCATIONby Wim Coleman InvocationYouis the mantra of mantrasthe talisman wordYouis the text of the massnot to be uttered backwardfor that is the way of hateYouis the space between voicesthe measure of that spacethe bridge acrossYouis...
VISIT TO FERN HILL by Byron Beynon
VISIT TO FERN HILLby Byron Beynon
VISIT TO FERN HILL
I walked there,following the roadthree miles or soout of Llansteffan's reach.That unhurried summerthe tranquil Tywi flowedthrough high August countryas the abundant sun made salt,soon the river...