by Carlos Daniel Martinez
I want to go to a desert,
Where nothing can bother me,
Where I won’t bump into anything,
To close my eyes for minutes walking for miles,
To anywhere where I don’t have it planned out,
My eyes shall not guide me anywhere,
It shall be my mind.
by John Tessitore
for Emma
Today the sun was a friend,
a hand on the shoulder,
like a father.
by Sheeks Bhattacharjee
There’s a place I know,
not too far from home.
I first went there at sunset
and I had never felt
so
alone.
Read More »by Ann E. Michael
small blotch the shape of an imagined continent or aRead More »
wing’s purple imprint. Such amazement.
by Geoffrey Aitken
i imagined my
hideaway
in secluded
high mountain country
by Michael Shoemaker
Winter could have been conspicuous
showy or ostentatious
if not for its timorous silence.
No rustling of dry leaves
as a deer approaches.
Read More »by Maddie Maschger
i think i talked myself into a self-fulfilling prophecy again
like some self-righteous modern day cassandra
Read More »by Belana Beeck
There are many secrets here we must discoverRead More »
As everything seems to be undercover
by Darcy Duncan
Into the dark we swim.
You tell me your name underwater.
It sounds different than it did on land.
More like mine: anonymous.
Read More »
The Amazine Community 