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Skipping Stones
By Darcy Burnett
Finger curled around a paper thin stone,
Place bets on this rock.
At the valley of rippled reflections,
My rigid arm is a revolver’s hammer,
I’ve seen the flickers in the vacuous night.
What was shot out severs and
Makes trembling bashful kisses to the water beneath.
I start to wipe the sand and seaweed from my hands.
Rogue waves still erupt from below,
Lips break on broken glass.
The stone drowns in a stoic free fall,
I sift for another rock.
Candlelight
By Melyna Gilbert
candlelight is how i like to
see you say my name
tumbling through the dark
to find the light
whispered past the burning smoke
and caressing listening ears
candlelight is how i like to
see you say my name
the way your lips wrap around it
and dance with its momentum
the way your eyes carry it
and spill its secrets into scorching heat
candlelight is how i like to
see you say my name
caught by the glow
and engulfed by the darkness
following your eyes towards mine
it sounds like sin and prayer
Old Friends
By Mariana Chajon
Season visit,
I see you standing in place.
It’s implicit,
I can’t keep up the pace.
Yearly limit,
And my space grows into less.
I want to see you but
I can’t keep up the pace.
I count the minutes
Of my every day
And in the end
They always run away.
I try catch
My old friends
In between takes,
In between breaks.
Yearly visit
Won’t come today
It’s implicit
You’ve turned the page.