Autumn is Coming by Marius Alexandru

The Summer is slowly passing, and the green is dying, The garden of flowers loses its color, The white storks, slowly, slowly are being lost in the heights, Tomorrow's world will be much duller. The scent of the flower perishes in steam at dusk, It smells like a dried, baked rusk. In grandparent's yard, under... Continue Reading →

Interims by Stephen Mead

Rain from the north, about trees mist is lifting. We have come here for a short space as though blown by some reckoning havoc. At first it was unconvincing, that grey, ineluctable vapor, those droplets, sparse & thin. Then the wind billowed & such gales, celestial presences, enveloped us sheet-swept. Like figures at a party,... Continue Reading →

Sunset Stripped by D.R. James

An orange sun descends like a slow-mo yo-yo toward where this Great Lake’s turned purple. I’d wanted it to sing back-up to a love song but as it dripped from its last slip of cloud like a tear from a bloody lid I knew meager romance was doomed. Nature— her two-faced refrain: one moment a... Continue Reading →

Hanged by John Tustin

I hanged myself beneath the tree Where we first kissed That kiss has followed me Although you have not And even now in death It lies warm upon my lips Warm and burning Soothing and bright Upon lips now dead But still so alive with the phantom of you Photo by veeterzy on About... Continue Reading →

Soul Liberation! by Ari Bouse

When gently gazing at my disease to please in the mirror . . . I compassionately see your own need to be needed reflecting back at me. Are they really any different? Such attachments invite seductive medications, like band aids or other life support systems. But when we find the courage to go beyond drinking... Continue Reading →

Amplified Melancholy by Diana Raab

You might ask me to explain this season’s melancholy slipping through my veins and all I can tell you is that on the tenth anniversary of dad’s passing, the doctors removed my right breast and five years later stabbed by a second diagnosis, bone marrow malignancy, no cure just treatment— the holiday lights sharpened. Past... Continue Reading →

Reset by Aurora Bishop

One last shared sacred space a stranger sits beside me. We enjoy nature together but apart disconnecting from it all until her phone rings a business call, I think but it's hard to eavesdrop my headphones are in. Maybe we're hybrids robots recharging our solar-powered souls. Photo by Monica Turlui on About the Poet:... Continue Reading →

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