Her Language Candesces Moon glow surrounds the campsite— where memories are mad in the dark and waterfalls form clouds of fractured perfection. Mother said, Be
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Two Poems By Drew Pisarra
Yttrium Why did the weather turn cold and drizzly driving us two to seek shelter inside? Why did we neck until I grew dizzy? Why
The Bucket’s Gist By Ken Gosse
The Bucket’s Gist There was never a lack for a lad and a lass of good reason to climb up the hill where they’d pass
Suite for Santorini By Alex Miller
Suite for Santorini I. Sunlit lacquer: a swimming woman’s skin. Ochre trumpet blossoms curl over an icon-painter’s door. Bright towns darken, eclipsed by a cruise
Variation on a line By Bevil Luck
Variation on a line ‘Dark leaves that flick to silver in the gust’ And the fronded moon, the hooting dove, And silver patches past the
Rainfall By Stacie Eirich
Rainfall Cleansing, cool drops dance — streaming symphonies of strings, percussive, pure peace — lyrical lightsongs, bursting blissful notes of blue — jubilant, joyful! Stacie
Grand Little Things 