all the sunlight of
dawn gathered and burnished to a golden
sheen,
surrounded by strange trees & prickly bushes & tiny lawns & dangling flowers & so many
rows of succulents & morning light licking the bricks
everywhere
By King Grossman Through the gray blanketing cloudsa breakthrough of silverstop and lookstop everythingwhen the blue dogis most low downfrom out across the Pacificthe beam is there earlier today i’d…
Things are not as they should be:
the grass gone coarse
and sharp as wire
the horizon a haze of smoke
threatening to choke
our lungs in past neglect.
by Ryan Keating A dance in medias res Our hands and feet together Cast identical shadows Of union and uniqueness In overlapping circles By common light refracted Onto the floor…
When the dream awakens & the sleeping coma
is no longer present, the self finds an awakening –
its love revelation
He’d played on your baseball team one year,
showed promise you never did.
You said you’d lost touch with him
until he turned up
in your English class that fall—
a different boy—withdrawn, thin,
and silent in a room where no one else was
quiet.