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Matthew Vetter Photo: littledan77 It is easy to find you, because you want to be found. You hide in the same place every time:

Georgi Borissov Photo: Jimmy 74 The village swamp was already dried for a while, for a while time had started flowing in circles and God was flinging a straw at my mouth, when I reached at the pyramid and stepped on its pinnacle.

Jon Berahya Photo: cadmanof50s What is in the wind? Surely things of a different find, like infinite wings that cannot bend but are able to sing as an angel’s friend through the trees. “That’s the breeze!” smiles one man blind. Whoever knew that the wind was kind.

Rumiana Raykova Photo: *Micky summer walks not reaching an exit suddenly different yet the same and here comes autumn selling yellow chrysanthemums

Ivanka Mogilska Photo: tanakawho Parts of the day. Your very own bad mood. The suspiciously great thoughts of genius. Your first love and your last one.

Jude Lally Photo: audreyjm529 It must have rained during the night             ever so slightly                                     Droplets dripping down from rooftops             very lightly

Marion Koleva Photo: jurvetson Let me become your kite― Boldly send me after the carrier winds To bring back wild herbs Under the horizon’s eyelids.

Chungyen Chang Photo: peyri lonely shirt in goodwill, two dollars please buy me i’m purple and black size S for super

Theo Edmonds Photo: sonietta46 I smiled ages ago. When the wind whipped up through my toes When my fingers bent forward to transform a firefly into a momentary hand lantern And tonight – when I looked at him I smiled like that again.

Matt Urmy Photo: seanmcgrath Eyelids peel apart The body turns over Consciousness limps toward focus

Jill Koren Photo: rpongsaj Normal again Or rather never

Barry George Photo: chidorian the forklift driver zigging and zagging his broken heart around the street

David Harrity Photo: Stefan Mendelsohn Which way does the chain of clouds lead? Today you find the canyon and watch buzzards dip deep into it, their bodies blended by shadows draping the red-sand walls.

Barbara Sabol Photo: Auntie P I found them afterwards, clearing out her dresser drawers. Folded, still in tissue that had yellowed but held its crease, nearly sleek as its forgotten contents. Tissue fluttered open as I lifted them like lost parcels unwrapped, fragile.

Theo Edmonds Photo: Bob.Fornal I love you. I love you too baby… I’ve loved you since that very first hour I met you That hour of angels Those inspirational, popular angels.

Katherine Van Hook Gulley Photo: young_einstein Today I burned your letters, I lit the fireplace with a box of matches I picked up at an old country store, The letters smelled of musk perfume and all encompassing fragrances of time.

Russ Kesler Photo: h.koppdelaney Dear all, just wanted you to know I’ve arrived. I don’t remember much about the journey except that it was pleasant. A woman I traveled with said she hoped to find her husband. I haven’t seen her since, but all the folks I’ve met have been real nice. It’s quiet here—no […]

Matt Urmy Photo: Shereen M Yesterday morning I ate cold grits images of my son lying in a hospital bed leg covered in bandages and burns

Jill Koren Photo: Artiii I dream that I Am helping you Up the concrete Steps, cracked and patched And cracking, of My parents’ house.

Katerina Stoykova-Klemer Photo: *PaysImaginaire* Why did this big Black bird With a red beak Have her feathery chest Pressed on the glass Of the fourth floor As though She were showing off a medal?