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A Thousand Light Years Away by Ann Christine Tabaka
A Thousand Light Years Away Ann Christine Tabaka Distant stars, held in our hands, a thousand light years past. Seeking a reason for existence, our disguise falls away. Plummeting down a black hole into infinity, abstract notions rise. Finding oneself … Continue reading
It Fell From the Sky by Ann Christine Tabaka
It Fell From the Sky Ann Christine Tabaka It fell from the sky in a blue-green cast, singing songs of the mundane. Swept under the rug of indifference, it continued to play its requiem. It grew stronger with each coarse … Continue reading
In January: A Chant Royal by Linda Ann Lo Schiavo
In January: A Chant Royal Linda Ann Lo Schiavo I It’s basic January’s thirty-one. The winter air grows bald without that touch Of holy, bold-brimmed harvests overrun. Gold apples underground have gone. So much Once sweet has turned acidic, black, … Continue reading
What’s in the Shadows by Linda Ann Lo Schiavo
What’s in the Shadows Linda Ann Lo Schiavo The shadow spirits roam when darkness falls. They’ll lead a drowsy, sly cotillion, fly Through secret gardens gathering masked blooms Like belladonna, foxglove, or bloodroot. Each time you jerk awake, they’re visiting, … Continue reading
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The Galilean Moons by Linda Ann Lo Schiavo
The Galilean Moons Linda Ann Lo Schiavo (inspired by Alla Luna, a poem by Giacomo Leopardi) The Galilean moons came visiting. Here’s Io, Ganymede, Europa with Callisto, cloaked in light, a splendid sight. My failures tied me to life’s dimmer … Continue reading
Cupid and Psyche by Linda Ann LoSchiavo
Cupid and Psyche LindaAnn LoSchiavo The lover’s prize is friction —— Cupid knows —— As sex re-models the interior, Begins to dangerously mural a mind. Young Psyche pocketed virginity, Kept … Continue reading