by Mark Kaplon
fluid and floating and nowhere
by Mitsuko Takayasu
(translated by Toshiya Kamei)
hydrangeas in bloom
are infinitely gentle mirrors on the water surface.
A rainbow after the rain stretches
across the blue sky above me.
by Lucas Smith
Why the parentals let us
I still don’t know, but a Dad’s
promise was a promise, your Mom said
so we motored out, you in bed,
the solid sea forgiving.
by Francine Witte
is just for the moment. Everything
has to go back. Even the sky,
all grabby with rain, at some point,
will have to let go. Continue reading