FLAME DIVINE by Nardine Saric
Flame divine. ( Read both ways bottom too top also)
Cover me in loves sweet notes for all that sound does travel well
And in my heart, I felt each feather
So softly I had fell
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GODDESS by Celine Low
Goddess
She was a goddess in his eyes
when he did not know her.
She knew marriage would take her
off the pedestal but hoped desire
and love could learn to live
on levelled ground.
But when pedestal crumbled
where...
A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL by Helen Sokolsky
A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL
I wander through carpets of heather and primrose
leaving behind a discordant arena
my salve is found locked in this garden
where a single flower can restore the soul
no strife present in this cloister...
THE CANYON by Daniel Senser
The Canyon
Over the course of eons, the flow of water
Has shaped the stone,
The sharp edges smoothed and rounded
By the water’s constant flow.
To weep is an honest exclamation,
A reclamation of the soul.
The rock is old...
EARTH by Aracelly P. Campo
Earth
It is earth with its majestic dimensions that
Confronts all its creatures with the cruel indifference of
Forgetfulness and the coldness that sleeps in the abyss
Of death
Aracelly P. Campo, a.ka “Bones” grew up in Miami Florida....
DEAR CUSTOMER by Idalis Wood
Dear Customer,
I apologize for not being what you want.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man you wanted.
It’s not my fault I wasn’t born with a
certain appendage between my legs.
Maybe if I was, my requests...
WINDOWSILL by Geri Gale
Windowsill
I place my boss’s head
on the windowsill
cinematic light shines
on his temples.
I have removed his tongue.
My boss no longer stands
before me no longer lords
over me no longer determines
my future no longer demeans
me no longer lies...
CLOCKWORK by Anannya Uberoi
Clockwork
The clockwork's clunking cycles—
routine chirrups working with
our own, mechanical metronome
dictating our waking and falling
and drifting in staccato synchrony.
The clockwork's scissors shard
furibund flowers by the hour,
comb the seasons, change their warmth,
pendulum the...
BREEZE by Alan Berger
BREEZE
There is a soft breeze coming from a place I use to be
A sweet gust between the two of us
A truce of sorts if you want to call it that
A sort of cease fire...
OVERFLOW by Adam Day
OVERFLOW
Judges – spit
no polish; wigs
out of order –
clouds hanging
like wool
on barbed wire.
History rush
loosens jaws
white system
reality rewritten
in cities that are
also history.
Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf...
