Bobbi Dawn Rightmyer
Photo: mattwi1s0n
I’m so distorted and wavy, not at all serene
My thoughts are captured like the curves in tempered glass
Frosted over, trapped in dark, trapped in light
Always my own, and trapped inside my head
Why can’t others see as I do, the rapidly changing world
The dangerous times in which we live
Hazy waves of violent hostilities, [...]
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
Aksinia Mihailova
Photo: twoblueday
In the most deserted area
of the beach
among the rows of
thatched umbrellas
with an open book in my lap
I run my eyes over the pages
“mother, in your womb
you had prepared my dead mask”
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