Cut from Paper by  Rogan Brown the paper calls to her as music each layer, a minute scale of spikes & thorns soft & be...

Title & Photography by  Brooke Shaden  Wind, tinder my words ivory blade, glinting silver than winter's splintered i...

Solar Eclipse Photographer:   Amy Shore Turn off the city lights When the sun's belly sinks into the lake Look skyward to drink ...

It was one wet spring lilac wore me bluer than I could recall, my knees jelly-dewed.   Your words were butter luring me as a bee  to f...

The Wind by Artist Gil Bruvel I let the wind in                     fluid              flowing        A river timeless in repo...

First Sunrise After Daylight Savings Credit:    Michael Leek of BlogTO A man with a dark coat waits by station exit, his eyes brig...

the shadows we follow by  Brooke Shaden Your hand is heavy, Night, upon my brow I am flushed with fever, pulse incessant of wave...

re(al)creation of Adam by Adam Martikanis a hand, stitched in gossamer  waits in the cold darkness as if a seed, flowed out of dry r...

1000 Candles by William Mackrell The father saw the body of his dead son and told his other sons not to wipe away the blood staini...

                                                            By Alexis Arnold white-washed by night i fall headlong, torn from the...