It's been wrong this whole time,
the 16-dream has been wrecked,
a vase tumbling to the ground and shattering.

An unfair thigh diameter


Roxanne Smith

Black cat stalking in shadows,
entering into sun light
at a deliberate pace.

Fresh green spring weeds


Newly Impressions
Catherine Cronin

Rains again

The first rain of the season,
poets go crazy all over,
imagining non existing love,


Rains again
raghunathan t.k.

Laughter, the season of living.
Aside from a smile,
the sound infects nerves
like solitary care.
And the rhythm fills the room


Masked Lowered
Patrick Attaway

He asked me,
"What would you have done
If the cells of your body
Stopped receiving the rays of the sun?"



Nights with the sheets
straightened next to me,
my hand reaches for nothing
until I forgot human touch.
And her laughter under


Crooked Sheets
Patrick Attaway

I said,
"What if I fall
in love with you?"
And you replied,
"I can love more


Drown in Your Memory
Patrick Attaway

I glance quickly at
the morning mirror.
Therein I behold
monkey ears &
human nose.


Monkey Ears &
Catherine Cronin

How easily replaceable
we are in the lives
of the insignificant.
The ones you blindly loved
for too long,


Memories Left in Each Step
Patrick Attaway