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WHAT IS NATURE
by B.Z. Niditch Say to the clouds give up your rain to the scaffold give up your poets who want to live, to the grassland stay back for July for soccer games to the dunes, crush the sap of Maple for your morning pancakes, by the marshes have a cup of Bourbon from Paris to remember me by who will always be back to the edges of nature. |
THE PATH by Brent Wiggans |
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JAGGED LIGHT
by Roger G. Singer The sky presented an innocent violence. Gray without anger and absent of winds. An unborn ray of sunshine slipped between menacing charcoal clouds; the only light surrendered by heaven. Thunder collapsed above, like the end of all rules exploding. Jagged sediments of lightening expressed shock. The beginning of rain flushed people into homes and buildings. The signature of the storm slammed the ground, demanding its space. |
STEPPING STONE by Allyson Seconds |
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WHAT HOPE DID
by Allegra Jostad Silberstein slid me along the sidewalk of desire into a gutter of autumn leaves left me there in splendid colors before the showers came... built a raft when remembrance —that dark brown river— carried me down to the ocean lifted me up into a purple cloud above the dark earth below then let me come down— like rain. |
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