Echoes by Caroline LeBlanc
“Echoes” by Caroline LeBlanc On an evening like this the sun spreads the taste of pomegranate after its orb is carved into rough caverns. The chambers, once opened drip wine so sweet-bitter we promise ourselves always, always to drink the thing its crimson echoes mention. after Rumi ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Caroline LeBlanc,...
The Sun Does Not Set by Mai-Lon Gittelsohn
“The Sun Does Not Set” by Mai-Lon Gittelsohn My friend says, The sun does not set! You stand on a crust of earth that revolves away from the sun. I whimper like a baby afraid that when mama leaves, she won’t come back. I want to go on watching the sun sink, a glass of wine in my hand and you by my side. I cling to the setting of the sun with the same passion that makes me believe my heart will beat tomorrow...
The Way I See It by Diane Lefer
“The Way I See It” by Diane Lefer When hundreds of small black birds tremble the water’s skin like vermin you know you’ve got a jaundiced eye. Besides which you’ve got transmission lines on rust hills. Dusty tamarisk. The wind. And black, barren the mountains. Dwarfed, mere hills as though geologic liposuction reduced them from the center long ago. By you, of course I mean me. And...
Church by Susan Austin
“Church” by Susan Austin I leave the mountains to their business and the weather. Heartache does not soften me; it makes me mad for fossiled canyons. I lie down in sweet sage and let the earth hold the ache awhile. Fierce competitor, piety. A map that loved a mountain. I tell you—every day, in every season, wearing every coat ever owned, giving in to disbelief. A dry wind blows inside my legs and heavy heavy...
On the Bluff, in the Wind by Simona Carini
“On the Bluff, in the Wind” by Simona Carini Summer sky blazes Pacific pulsates deep blue On the windblown bluff Indian paintbrush’s flaming bracts bloom: no better space-time ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Simona Carini’s Artist Statement: Born in Perugia, Italy, and a graduate of the Catholic University of the Sacred Heart (Milan, Italy),...
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