Jennifer WilsonPoetry Contributor
Glenn Bach
The crow
is the globe.
Forlorn
as in flight or tides,
paths converge
out in the air, wind
in the tapering branches.
Mountains loom solid,
grip plates, sway
this imperceptible
motion of nature,
launch, yawning rift
of green.
Palm
stilled.
The world
is this bird.
Zoe PhilippouPhotography Contributor
Perspective from the Pillbox, Intangible Matter, Reach, Together, A Dragon in our Midst, Daytime Reflections, Devil’s Den No More, Running from Day, Witching Hour, A Vague Memory, Speed of Light, Embers, Necessary Destruction, Heart of the Fire
Ceinwen E. Cariad Haydon
Three geese honked, flew low, arrowed and strong, necks stretched long, dark against the
pink dawn sky. Their flight pulsed the air over my etched frown, wafted worry away. Wings
drummed my mind to present tense, to here and now.
Lisa Lerma Weber
I was called a space cadet,
because a question suddenly fell
from the yawning sky of my mouth,
crashing like a meteor
into the conversation at hand—
the alien eyes that turned on me
like giant craters, smoking
and hissing with irritation.
My mind had drifted,
distracted by the distant twinkling
of so many wondrous “whys?”
Starry-eyed, I lost my way
as I floated untethered
through a nebula of curiosity.
I wanted to deny my fitness for NASA.
I wanted to point to my feet to prove
they were firmly planted on the Earth.
But when I looked down,
I couldn’t see through the clouds.
Stuart BuckPoetry Contributor
Stuart Buck is a poet and author living in north Wales. His debut collection of poetry, Casually Discussing the Infinite, peaked at 89 on Amazons World Poetry chart and his second book ‘Become Something Frail’ will be released on Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku – the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read
Arian FarhatPoetry Contributor
