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By Julie Adams
The moon falls to close,
chaos slowly increasing
the unbearable tension of being torn apart.
shattered white radiance , mother of all color
emerges as the pulse of life fades.
half- moon of conspiracy, unwilling servant of illusion,
reveals the crumpled moon-colored linen, kicked to the floor.
The proper price of a day’s delight will be paid, shimmering in the throat of a thunder storm.
When the perfect beaker, formula, shape,
free from narrative, free from form,
free to dream of it’s self is powerful enough
to contain all the carbon tossed into the void,
powerful enough to contain the wretched longing to return.
Did the moon pull the tide or was she just wandering by.
Pices
for Bridget Ingham
By Casey Carney
Glass ripples
water bevels
from the plunge
of her toe tip, the thought
of her name.
Silver waters, still
impossible to capture
her footprint
or contain her in a frame.
Back to the sea, Pices
where fish eat stars
until their eyes glow
like headlights
on a black silk road.
Your sudden departure
unbelievable, and factual
like a lanterns
flickering in a poem.
Message
By Sunny Franson
Cry was raucous, harsh, bitter.
Flight was labored, strong, loud.
Twigs snapped, branches creaked,
Crow settled near the top of the tree.
It was garrulous,
Speaking as soon as it saw me.
It warned other crows
Of my existence.
The shiny black body,
Watchful black eyes,
Whistles, cries, chuckles,
Crow was interactive.
They say that crow
Appears at difficult
Times to suggest
Rebirth. I would welcome
A flock of crows.
Sunny Franson
