and i will take a
minute here to be holy
Read More »by Malachy Moran
The city hums.
It vibrates with the energy
of desperate souls
each trying to squeeze
every drop of joy
from what will probably
be one of the last warm days
of the year.
by Alexis Clifton
Read More »You couldn’t believe you ever lived without it,
and you couldn’t believe love was ever a crime
by Matias Travieso-Diaz
Compared to a star, we are like mayflies, fleeting ephemeral creatures who live out their lives in the course of a single day.
– Carl Sagan
The round, whitish egg that was to become Dolania[1], the heroine of our story, was among a thousand-plus identical ones deposited by their mother as she dipped her abdomen into the river’s water during flight, releasing a small batch of eggs each time. As their mother died and floated away, the eggs sank to the murky river bottom.
Read More »by Sarah Rosenblatt
I had traveled with it for years,
then
I put it down,
wrote something personal
by Sumit Parikh
Above snowy mist and pasture
a crescent fades
manes bow in the dark ahead
and a breeze gently grazes gravel
by Celso Antonio de Almeida
Marcel’s cloth moved in small, precise circles, coaxing a shine from the leather beneath his hands. The morning bustle of the Boulevard du Temple swirled around him, a chaotic dance of horses, carriages, and hurried Parisians that contrasted sharply with his own stillness.
“You’re quiet today, Marcel,” Henri observed, peering down at the bootblack. “Troubles at home?”
Marcel’s hands paused for a moment before resuming their work. “Nothing out of the ordinary, Monsieur Beaumont. Just thinking about changes.”
Read More »by Michael Shoemaker
I do not dream when I sleep
and this is where
elucidations begin.