Poetry – Year VI – Number 44 – January 2021

    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

    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...