afternoon crumbles into evening
citrus splashes across the wooden trees
Sail Over the Rim by Donald Frey
My wife and I live on country acreage with a mountain view. I’m a retired lawyer.who formally skied and climbed mountains
silence by Raymond Stiefvater
some-
times
Of Trans Ams and Chickens by Jessica Tyner
My old ’83 Trans Am lapped up the salted highway,
Cafe Angelika Revisited by Robert Karaszi
Twilight’s saffron haze reduced to memory
as light strengthens its spars over the horizon
From the Cathedral Building by Neil McCarthy
If I could see through your eyes the city
from the roof of the Cathedral Building,
hear the wind through the nearby arms of a crane
Bus Depot, Midnight by Thomas Boyd
Gizelle behind the counter
Gleaming black as oil, as night
All the Saints by Vijay Khurana
See here, where the floor is worn
that?s where they say she knelt before she died
full of grace, but how could she not be
Narcoleptic Lover by Chris Martin
Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist
Mama by Anderson Dovilas
Mama by Anderson Dovilas Your son is a liar He says to someone You have the longest Wave in your smile That’s a lie That’s also a sweet lie To describe a sweet love Mama Your son is a hustler He goes in the street Stole someone’s heart And said Every kiss Has a Mother’s…