i There is no possible house any longer.If there ever wasa first one mentioned,she is now in ruins and does not await returns,or transient guests still confusedwho arrive weary to scrutinize the dust...

  In a Warm Bed (An Alba) by Tomasz Różycki In a warm bed, the minute just before dawn.A blackbird has woken up and is tracinga figure eight outside the window. Belowthe sound again of unknow...

Photo: Himanshu Nerurkar  The Ant Let it go back to the anthill.  If it brushes inattentively against your fingersclimbs themand daydreamsin the furrows of your hand,don’t chase it away or squash it....

What One Leaf Tells In the wind, questions to heaven bang the white poplar. Answers fracture – a thousand white leaves. A thousand blameless mouths. A thousand. Ten thousand colorless excuses; I pi...

Photo by Kenneth Dellaquila   Language Barrier “When you tell them about their own bodies,” My mentor told me, “realize Their anatomy is Greek to them. Their pupils dilate, pulses rise With all th...

Photo by Zvika Melamed   Song of the Younger Brother   1 I can think of nothing but the little one, the younger brother. He holds his father’s hand. Peering into the camera, he...

Photo: Clarissa Bell To the Children of War Mornings, they run from the dark along the length of the seashore.Like an iron sword beaten by a blacksmith, the sun reddensas their feet strike the ground...

Photo: Unsplash   We Shall Manage     for Rabiqe, who doesn’t like to read sad poems our teardrops will drywe shall forget even the easiest of rebellions – rebellion against God we shall for...

Photo: Stefan Schweihofer I Scatter Bread Crumbs to the Sparrows From my palms spills the joy of sparrows.I call them to the crumbs, Come quickly! and Who will be first?Their frozen bills wa...

Photo: Vincent Brassinne (Flickr.com/vainsang) Sand Woman A woman was lifted from the sand. She was perfectly intact, not even a split hair. When he left they say she didn’t eat or sleep. She didn’...

Photo: Public Domain/Pixabay Untitled The wildflowers don’t bloom on command nor can their seeds be sown rebellious winds whirl at dawn winnowing seeds toward the ossuaries of the fields...

Jeremy Miranda, Salt Marsh, 2014, acrylic on panel. Courtesy of the artist. How Much of Yourself Remains Within the Walls of a Home? after Jeremy Miranda’s Salt Marsh (2014)...