Helix Moon

By Priscilla Duran-Luciano It bleedsthick red dropletshiding in the foldsof my ear.It hurts.I don’t knowwhat hurts —my ear,my helix,my cartilage moon,my heart.my heart…who knows.I carry them,the bleeding moon,my sore heart.They meltinto onesingle helix,and the moonkeeps turning in my ear,its tides pullingthe last crimson tears out of meinto the dark. Priscilla Duran-Luciano is a Dominican-born poet … Continue reading Helix Moon

Five Fall Colors Haiku

By Jim Bates Sumac leaves changingShades of orange and burgundyColors of pure joy.Gunmetal grey skyBlazing red maples stand proudFall’s splendorous show.Autumn wind blowingGolden leaves racing madlyTrees becoming bare.Along the lakeshoreTrees fiery orange and redAutumnal delight.Man with cameraBlue aster and honeybeeCaptured for all time. Jim lives in a small-town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His … Continue reading Five Fall Colors Haiku

I Have Some Questions for God

By Hossein Hakim (An Abecedarian Poem) Another day starts in this town of minebeautiful tall trees are all around chasing each other, two baby squirrelsdogs running around, joy in their eyesEverybody seems so happy in this townfeather of a bird is on the ground, passage of timegirls are in the playgroundhugging the colorful butterfliesIn the … Continue reading I Have Some Questions for God

La Serenissima: on the way to Dorsoduro

By Jessica Ursell streaming out of Santa Luciathe steps of the station are slick from the soles of the soulsnewly arrived in this watery Eden collars up hoods onpacked tightly wind cold and crisp washing wavelets from the lagoon we waitto boardthe Venetian vaporetto as it bobs and brushes along the dock"baggage below" bellows the … Continue reading La Serenissima: on the way to Dorsoduro

13 Days of Halloween: Diaphanous Spirit by Mary Steinberg

Diaphanous Spirit Ethereal Sprite Dancing on moonbeams Glossy and bright. Floating by freely Uplifting unwound Drifting and wafting Not making a sound. Spiritual Being Spun-silver delight Diaphanous Spirit Spectacular sight! Vaporous Mystic Incantations surround Swirling and swaying And turning around. Gossamer Traveler Translucence alight Releasing Your magic On Hallow’s Eve Night.

The Mountain’s Promise

By Mohit Saini They told you to be small—to erode politely,to apologize for your weather,to let the clouds decide your silhouette.But rock remembers its volcanic tongue.Peel back your skin of topsoil:beneath lies a spine that refused the glacier,a throat that still hums with magma.Height is not arrogance.It’s the act of remainingwhile the wind tries to … Continue reading The Mountain’s Promise