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  • Missing Lover – Kari Astillero

    When river resounds among girls sitting on rocks and each voice combs like a moon-song: rope vines crawl like our hands,                to reach    …

  • Spirit Bear in the Garden – Marcia Arrieta

    the poetry of the old farm & the island that is art   in storm    in indecision the raft   a morning of light &  drawings   to breathe through the story…

  • Note to Self— Marcia Arrieta

    the railroad tracks   The Light in August   rebuilding the house these are the days of sequencing ordinary into unique complexity into simplicity   holding the leaf—the tree’s reflection in the window the clock…

  • Black – Shahd Alshammari

    She was covered in black, a whirling, twirling abbaya*. Her love meshed into you, crimson-blood drops on your lips, Only when she touched you the lights went on, the darkness of her cloak was a…

  • Mustard Originelle – Clarissa. C. Adkins

    I sit in an amalgam of bucket wenge armchairs, the paprika nostalgia of 1973 family rooms— pungents of acidic honey who appear   as lava glow along wood panel. Reclining back further,…

  • Relentless – Sheikha A.

    I have been stalking your travel maps: always my source of agitations. Your tastes are eclectic. My skin is pale brown, the kind that has seen sun in equal amounts of moon.…

  • Shiv – Viv Eliot

    I looked up and you were gone, I began to rise. In circles of peculiar shades and light you remain All at ease with dagger dazzling eyes. Suppose a shout will do,…

  • Postcard From Santorini – Wilda Morris

    A whitewashed village with narrow cobblestone alleys and blue-domed churches rises from the cliffs above the caldera’s rim. I try to name all the hues of the lagoon: cobalt, azure cerulean, sapphire,…

  • We Are The Universe Noticing Itself – Kevin Brown

    and we notice our bellies and thighs, breasts and butts, the way body parts push and pull against gravity, curve space and time and we notice everything our spouse didn’t say do…

  • Song For A Rainy Evening – Taunja Thomson

    Wings and horns of stone above a cornice: a gray morning trudges into a wet afternoon which ambles into a cool humid twilight. The lights below are blurred by rain, the stars…