Scorch by Brendan Sullivan
The white cotton of a summer day
Continue readingSunset by Emily Windover
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
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some-
times
Of Trans Ams and Chickens by Jessica Tyner
My old ’83 Trans Am lapped up the salted highway,
Continue readingCafe 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