~ getting lost on a back road. someone keeps saying I can’t believe we’re just outside the city but you can believe it. cities are an illusion. Continue reading pennsylvania gothic by Rebecca Kokitus
Fishes surging forward with waves
Boats gliding along the currents Continue reading Backwaters by Yuan Changming
The tombstones bask, reptilian, in the east-rising sun.
Young grass, clipped low and tight stands obedient-
each blade recruited stiff and attentive;
like good green soldiers. Continue reading The pH of post-Humous Soup by Jennifer Creedon
Tessie ran and ran and ran in big, wide circles. Her flaxen hair blew like laughing wheat, her Brandeis-blue dress covered with snowy polka dots that shifted this way and that in the crisp Atlantic breeze of the early year. Tessie was like a butterfly—you couldn’t catch her, but she was beautiful to look at. Continue reading Annalisa! by Scáth Beorh
when i told you
in a bottle
the sky turned Continue reading in all by Paul Koniecki
at the local chip shop, Continue reading Chip Shop Aquariums by Thomas McColl
A thousand fireflies flocked
to rest on the moon like a robe Continue reading Song of the Silent Woods by Sheikha A.