Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 30, 2014
Full of itself once again,
blue-black moony night
joins summer’s march to fall.
The days are counted
in numerical rites of months,
weeks, iambic pentameter,
Sapphic stanzas, free verse,
translated and transported
Across the centuries
To my reading table
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on July 20, 2014
Feel time's brutal press
like an ill-fitting garment:
proof we're eternal.
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on July 10, 2014
It’s an old house
brick, hardwood floors, high ceilings
the way they used to be made
We make small changes
some of the floors have been sanded
walls repainted
We satisfy our lust for modernity
haul in our modern conveniences:
refrigeration, clothes washing
The old hermit crab dies
or wanders off,
the new one moves in
We take over the shell
still of use
and we always in need
Things get passed down
or on, or across
direction in this game is sometimes unclear
But we never forget
it is easier to reuse
than rebuild
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 5, 2014
The world’s facticity
Presumes available truth
Science’s revelatory methods
Offer a satiety of answers
Yet inscrutable itches
Remain as questions
Endlessly reprised
Leave hearts bereft
Beyond any biology
Inchoate desire
Drives us together
Momentary bliss
Conquers every divide
Like streams and rivers
Race to the sea
We cling to each other
Against indifference
Submitted by joshua mertz on May 23, 2014
Dear Earth
I return to you this sweetest of souls
Whose life was as nectar upon my tongue
A small thing, lovely
Lively and full of light
She comes home, Earth
A shell that held this wonderful life
As I have held her in the mystery of night
And curled with her into the answer of sleep
She sleeps now with you
On the long journey home
Curling into your answer of clay and root
Dreaming deeper dreams
In the night of long darkness
And the day of new life
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