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THE NEAR AND FAR
by Millard C. Davis Night has slowly covered the leaves above Until there is an unknown distance between us and them, If they are still even around. But we stay out longer And try to penetrate the gloom, hour after hour, But we don't succeed. And then a few stars appear, Followed by dozens and then scores more, And below them nearer to us the leaves twinkle, too, A blackness now lighting up for being against the sky. Something far has brought out something near, Something we know more personally, we think, Except starlight now close tells us of the distant. Were it not for the leaves we'd have missed out on the stars, How they come to invite us to consider the near and far And know that by looking at leaves by day and night We are looking at stars and the light they send down. |
LIGHTING by Ruben Briseno Reveles |
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by Simon Perchik What chance does this moon have the way for a few hours every day not one drop makes it back, held down as the thirst that never lets go and you swallow hillside into hillside —a few hours! that's all and the moon still trying, takes from your jawbone some ancient sea half marrow, half no longer flowing through as moonlight heavier and heavier with the entire Earth backing you up when the moon is lifted whole from inside your mouth, to be returned then gather you in for the fire that is nothing without the night sky still claiming you with headwinds and rain even when there is no rain —there is no fire left though the moon never dries, clings to your lips the way this dirt drinks as much as it can and everything it touches is want —you don't have to empty all these flowers. |
CRACKED by Ruben Briseno Reveles |
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COMING OUT OF THE ATLANTIC
by R. Gerry Fabian I am barnacles now — Covered in sea salt With deep sunburned skin And sun squinted eyes. My youth was dolphin speed — Slim and athletically graceful With sunset red hair Accenting a moonbeam glow. I became the lobster — Much In demand With a tough exterior And a tasty texture inside For those who chose the task Of cracking the shell. However, There was a Great White danger — When my dorsal fin Broke through choppy water, A Need for speed to feed Sent the most experienced swimmer Fear flailing to the beach. It is a broken wave flaw I have yet to overcome. I am barnacles now. |
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