The Moon by Natalie Crick Schools of moths descend, Pulled in by waves of light when The fields begin to steam like horses In the cool Like the hush of rainfall After the sun’s marriage to the skies. From his window, the child can see; The young moon sulking behind the sun, Disappearing beneath the moors With a final sweep of chill. An actress on … [Read more...] about The Moon by Natalie Crick
Moon Poem
Khor Virap by Alex Vartan Gubbins
Khor Virap by Alex Vartan Gubbins The night fog throws a black cotton over the trees as a voice behind the silence dances off marble walls from a hole, that tongue from the earth’s torque thirsty for threading moon over the river’s hearty amble, tenuous, stagnating ebullition between blues wandering the glows, where feral crust lines itself with the eastern … [Read more...] about Khor Virap by Alex Vartan Gubbins
The Path in Autumn by Tom Sexton
The Path in Autumn by Tom Sexton From the narrow path I'm on I can see fall's first snow on the mountains. Below the snow, the tundra seems to be wine spilled by the moon last night when it began to wane. My step is light. The leaves on the path are golden. In the alders, a thrush. I'm in no hurry to get where I'm going. ### Tom Sexton is a former Alaska Poet … [Read more...] about The Path in Autumn by Tom Sexton
I’m Living in Oaxaca by Ken Massicotte
I’m Living in Oaxaca by Ken Massicotte Hay que soñar para vivir One must dream in order to live. 1. I’m living in Oaxaca but I’m harbouring a canoe. I keep it high in the Jacaranda tree, lightly moored calling currents north; buoyed in the purple bloom of things possible, I sail the blue moon. High in the Sierra Madre daily I divine my rio magico taking … [Read more...] about I’m Living in Oaxaca by Ken Massicotte
ARTIFACTS OF WOMANHOOD by Lana Bella
ARTIFACTS OF WOMANHOOD by Lana Bella this body of sun and moon, a river of down-flow and shifting roots, this was my life where swimming beneath the pelt of obsession to taste the blistered, salted past was pressed into pockets of history, to be one of the enlightened I must first retain the skin-traveled winters, rise from hard clay summers with the things of … [Read more...] about ARTIFACTS OF WOMANHOOD by Lana Bella