Distilling wonder into a few choice words.
by Mara G. Shearer Photo by Greg Rakozy Mara G. Shearer – Mara was a precocious child and learned how to anagram at age 5, the same year she won a poetry competition in the local paper and was published for the first time. It was downhill from [...]
An imperial parade of angels...
A tempting teases Barbie. She dreams...
We came from a world far away...
Sometimes, I think I can stop Time, you know? Almost. (I wish I could.)
aim the ears; angle the orbitals | toward the deep field | for echoes
By the fifteenth month of the drought | the lake no longer hid her secrets
By Nora Weston - unexplainable. exasperating, too, as he breathes life into Carrara marble, skilled like a clone of Michelangelo.
To Jules Verne | By Gene Twaronite - Dare I follow the cryptic runes of Saknussemm, descending into the shadow-kissed crater to follow unknown tunnels to the center?
by Betsy James
Your two-penny face,
bright as your father's,
wrinkled tight.