Shall we say this is beautiful? Such as: this moon, sitting splayed like some old lady on a sweltering summer day, is beautiful. Brush of hands together, cursory, thrill of another, may we submit this, too, is beautiful? Might...
Read Morefor Ahron Traub I want mine dark as tar bittersweet as night there are no psalms for wanting or songs of longing late in the year burning my heart comes again not pleasant but ache of the forbidden thou...
Read MoreI will take your orange from the table round fruit removed from pale yellow surface I’ll take the one on the left as it is separate the single one that doesn’t mingle doesn’t jostle or crowd together the one apart ...
Read Moremeringue and whipped cream as light as Anna fluttering in her tutu berries summer-sweet a dessert for the queen of dance I whisk egg whites add the starch. shape to mountain cloud hollow to form a bowl bake until firm whip the...
Read MoreI look up, and I see you. I look down, and I see myself. Constellations circle and sparkle. The fade of a long lost, burned out, cosmic civilization. It twinkles away the last remnants of its once illuminous existence. Fade,...
Read MoreThe encrusted layers of semi-gloss antique white paint made the electric buzzer in our apartment squawk like an aging parrot. The aural intrusion was always on time every third Wednesday of the month. Egidio Mello, an insurance...
Read More久方の 光のどけき 春の日に しず心なく 花の散るらむ Hisakata no Hikari nodokeki Haru no hi ni Shizu kokoro naku Hana no chiruran On a fine spring day in sunlight’s tranquility the enigmatic cherry blossoms of unquiet...
Read MoreUnder this August morn’s spying haze under this razor throated crow’s perch far from the rampart’s loom under green amulets of dew pixels under moss gathered rocks from evening’s last vapors clear the earth’s tender palm to a...
Read MoreBe alright mother hair as white as a glacier cool white that forms the hallo above her bed where she motions the nurse’s aid: I’m awake come help me out of bed I’m done come help me off...
Read MoreThe rain that began sometime during the afternoon has quieted and the evening sky is clear; a click from Daryl’s tongue about now would have you running across the room and up to his forehead where long broad strokes would focus...
Read MoreWe brought Richard the small bouquet wrapped in cellophane. The girl fitted the top with lavender string. He leaned up and gazed at the rose its warm eternal burgundy broke through the wall of unimportance death had raised...
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