Breaking forth, breakneck pace
Triangle tongue flag unfurls, reaches
out humming hands,
Moon Poem
Makers of the Moon by Rick Wilcok
From what I could gather, the sunset had disappeared
No golden slivers shaking across the depths
Nocturne by Sheila Luna
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
Rocket by Pamela Riley
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…
At The Party by Darrell Lindsey
You Noticed by Ivan Jenson
Hallowe’en by Joel Benton (1896)
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,
In the wan moon’s silver ray
soar by Camille Thigpen
soar by Camille Thigpen and this is for ultramarine ink splatters on my wrist and jawbone; this is for clavicles sharpened by crescent-moon blades , float, ether-lithe (hollow bones and swollen fingers: similar ends [signpost rusted; hum, softly, origin on this here street someone sometime was born, despite glass between cobblestones]) this is for incense-smoke…
Under a Daylight Moon by Mary Rogers-Grantham
Under a Daylight Moon by Mary Rogers-Grantham At noon, a woman plants lilies. She hums, as if expecting someone to join her. The moon is pale, the sunlight pristine, an earthworm pushes through a fresh mound of black dirt. The woman inhales spring. She hums again. ### Mary Rogers-Grantham’s poems have appeared in various publications,…
The Bedroom by Doug Draime
The Bedroom by Doug Draime There is no point of reflection here. It wavers at the angle the bed used to be. Where it was once was, at that angle, I watched the stars and moon. Now the moon is where the apple tree was. The radio has completely disappeared. A Mexican vase is there…