If I could speak in any language
it would be the one winter flirts with
before kissing the fall with its first closed-mouth snow.
Author: Every Writer
This is about me
The Tree Poems by Phil Boiarski
The Epitome of Cool by Art Heifetz
Good-bye Florida by Nanette L. Avery
She Died Like a Poem by Narendra Kumar Arya
In Defense of Ruin by Joshua Converse
She Lounges Hungrily by Sy Roth
inamorata of the deep
frozen into their thousand-year dreams,
feed wryly upon one another.
Summer Return by Mihaela Tudor
She’s sitting on his bed,
Can’t remember the deaf or the blind,
The souvenir of illo tempore is lost
With her once at his forgotten side,
Cheers to(o) by Terceira A. Molnar
Fifty Four by Carla Paolini
Fifty Four by Carla Paolini To give my thought a body I choose a corps de ballet I’d have it dance excogitate acrobatic tricks see it dancing about on the air I’d create suitable tools to enable it strengthen its intuitions an athletic corps endowed with poetic ripples hither and thither peepin’n the show enormously…