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Dimana Ivanova Photo: LaPrimaDonna “And I saw a New sky and a New land, which were governed by truth!” “Revelation” by Ioan Bogoslov She called from America and said: “I conceived my child alone!” From the air, still wet in space, caught by the ocean’s breath, the wind through which you sent me kisses, songs, […]

Mariana Velichkova Photo: Catherinette Rings Steampunk I have tried so many times to forget about you to delete you to erase you to get over you even to pretend I never met you And of course to graciously move on… Well, with the same success air or fire can turn into a stone.

R. L. Burns Photo: Flowery *L*u*z*a* She felt him before she saw him.  Even with the wind howling around the corner of the building, her hair in her eyes, the hem of her black velvet skirt flapping against her calves, she felt him.  She had no idea from which direction he would come, but instinctively […]

By Therese Halscheid Photo: Kamen Ferdinandov father’s view Do not force me to want these shadowy doctors and faint strangers or look anymore at their leaning over, not when I can open my eyes inward not while I watch, in sleep, the forgotten films, hours of old reels of my life replaying.

Mariana Velichkova Photo: *~Dawn~* You will move on with your life like nothing happened You will continue to laugh and smile like nothing happened You will meet new people and make new friends like nothing happened And still you can’t forget about it that, which never happened…

Eric Sutherland Photo: alicepopkorn ( in and out ) I can see you need a lifeboat a set of strong arms wrapped around you one brave hand reaching up from the abyss

Roger Craik Photo: HAMED MASOUMI Although he doesn’t know it, these days are the last Of his marriage. Perhaps he’s reading now On his side of the bed, beneath his lamp, while you Peruse the book of myths my father bought Second-hand, in England, twenty years ago. His name is written in the front, in […]

Darren Jackson Photo: carlsonimkeller Although it’s been many years since I first escaped into the tormented mythology of the Meidosems, the images still hold me the way the Meidosems’ grip one of their children of the soul, dangled by the ankle “in the wind and the rain” (115)*. I had moved to the south of […]

James Vincent Photo: semihundido The fortune read, ‘Accept the next proposition you hear.’  I found the familiar white rectangle outside my office around quitting time. Odd in these troubled times that someone would just leave a fortune laying around.  I wasn’t sure it applied to me.  I didn’t eat the cookie, I didn’t tip the […]

David Harrity Photo: txd …you are the bell, and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you… —Billy Collins When my mind wanders in church, I wonder if it’s possible to write a love poem about us using the metaphor of a bell and it not be completely sexual. I’m finding it hard to […]

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.