Jazz Water by John Guchemand
Breaking forth, breakneck pace
Triangle tongue flag unfurls, reaches
out humming hands,
Every Day Poems
Breaking forth, breakneck pace
Triangle tongue flag unfurls, reaches
out humming hands,
From what I could gather, the sunset had disappeared
No golden slivers shaking across the depths
Sheila Luna studied poetry and nonfiction writing at Arizona State University. Her work has appeared in Sotto Voce Magazine and she is currently writing a memoir
Pam Riley is a native New Yorker, who still misses the Big Apple. She likes to spend her free time going to the theatre, museums and traveling. She has been writing for years MORE…
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,
In the wan moon’s silver ray
soar by Camille Thigpen and this is for ultramarine ink splatters on my wrist and jawbone; this is for clavicles
Under a Daylight Moon by Mary Rogers-Grantham At noon, a woman plants lilies. She hums, as if expecting someone to
The Bedroom by Doug Draime There is no point of reflection here. It wavers at the angle the bed used