Whisper Zone
Whisper Zone
Magpie reflection
The color of eye shadow
in a mirror
Haiga, by Rick Daddario
Send her to me
Rainwater, fall, disperse, squirt, silent.
Night hand, touch, vote. Rain man, mannequin.
Warm car, soar, fly, fold, foam, faint.
Fan, farm, fillicious filling. Full vote.
Santer san si sev sal simply the equation.
Beyond belief, fill me up with your questions.
Intend to believe.
Semper fidelis ‐ forever faithful for the
farm on the coast in the fields.
Tenderness still lingers on her face with voluptuous
her dress her makes.
Send her down to the mill, She can pick up the change.
Still the rain falls. It comes down torrents upon
her face. The void can be complete, can be filled,
can be gapped, can be reached, can be crossed.
Send her to me. I will teach her.
Tom Sherlock
Oh Mutter Clutter
Oh would that my brain could be
Clutter and mutter free
Oh what bliss to wander through
Empty, dusty, musty rooms;
Voices echoing off cracked bare walls;
Comforting, empty halls.
Thundering choices tearing at me.
Oh forever more
Let me be!
from Quiet Reflections,
by Sheila MacGregor
Photography by Marguerite Duret
In Painted Seasons…
Authentic someone
Thinking about
Another flying harmonic disclosure
Preparing reasons
Pervasive and layered
After the death of
Underscored profiles
To what do we owe
This body of work?
Restless wings devoted to heresy
Tense beauty
Of the visible collective
In painted seasons
It will open.
Kenneth McSween
Photography by Eric Lo Chen Hoon
A call to magical reality
Scurry from the furrows you forces of hilarious serendipity.
I’ve seen the way you hide on the corners of life, just
out of sight
from the others.
But I notice.
I’ve seen the way you twinkle at me through the shadows in the bushes, and
talk to me through the animals and
the way you show me your love as you caress me with your breeze.
What ethereal reins hold science so rigidly placed, but
the stringed instruments of magic?
I’ve sensed the way you are realler than real.
The more I give in to your rainbow pleasures,
the more I walk on clouds.
Alex Baranosky
http://meaningfuldialog.
Y’know
The only attachment I have to this here earth
Is gravity
Not that I’m anxious to leave it
I just don’t want to be constantly stuck to it
Like a gnat on flypaper
I don’t want to be stuck HERE
When there are so many THERE’s to be
THERE
’s both concrete and ethereal
I want to scratch my name and
Leave my footprint in the concrete
Then sail off into the
Insubstantial
Returning to favorite places and people
At will
Inhabiting the best of dreams
Bouncing off clouds
And sliding down rainbows
Ending up in my favorite easy chair.
And giving myself back
To gravity.
Till the next time.
bob strating
