Christina Lovin
Photo: hickoryhollow113
I am afraid, I admit. There are reports of mountain lions
in these woods. I am mortal, like the deer and the squirrel,
but I come prepared: large stick in my hand, a knife
from the kitchen in my pocket. A quick study, I stop
and turn as I have read, to act as prey would: wary
and [...]
Photo: lepiaf.qeo
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Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.
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Photo: Niffty
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Love is like a fruit in season at all times. Love can warm three winter months.
Richard Luftig
Photo: byrion
In late November,
the bank of autumn closes
its doors for the year, calls
in outstanding loans, issues
certificates of deposit
not redeemable until May
and bearing no interest
in our survival. Love falls
James Jason Dye
Photo: DerrickT
I am disposable paper,
filled with dense vapor
folded into being here.
Chuck Clenney
Photo: jesuspresley
I forgot about snow
And so much more
Until Old Man Winter
Came knocking at my door.
Donal Mahoney
Photo: arwen-abendstern
white hips a soft fist
for the wrist of your waist
black hair in a spill
on your shoulders
small whirlpools
your ankles
Joy Ladin
Photo: vincepal
Put that life down.
Life is not a knife. No one
Eats with a life and a fork. That isn’t blood
On its edge. Life has
No edge. Life is too dull.
Is neither serrated
Anca Vlasopolos
Photo: chefranden
on October 9, 5769,
Atonement Day,
the thrush stood in the middle of Lakeland
the street that takes me
where I face St. Clair
to cast once more
my bread upon the waters
Vladimir Levchev
Photo: dospaz
My name is Lazarus.
I came from the grave.
17 years I waited, waited
perched on a damp root
on the opposite side of life.
The sky there
is dark and firm.
Georgi Gosposinov
Photo: Toni Blay
They had met only a few hours before. He was in his very early thirties, she was in her late twenties. He had to give her a package to deliver to a friend of his across the ocean. She was only a go-between. It was a five-minute job, but two of the [...]
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