Piece | Melissa Ahart

  Miracle worker of the jigsaw puzzle, under his nimble fingers, schools of variegated tropical fish divided and coalesced, three thousand scarlet tulips bloomed to inflame the undersides of windmill blades, fleets of sailboats, schooners, the Titanic itself rose from its soggy depths complete with miniature light bulbs to illuminate her affluent upper decks. Daunted only by unbroken stretches of sky, he assembled worlds with divine haste, only to crumble them back into the box when barely finished. Soon though, sections would be lost from one scene and resurface in a distant relative— tulips on…

Goodbye Poem | Anna Nance

Let's just say apples do explode. Then what would you do if you were sitting on a bench in a park eating lunch when suddenly the stranger next to you disintegrates— just as he lifts the fruit to his lips just as the sky tilts and pours sunshine down on his red hair just as you turn to ask him to read the poem you're reading KABOOM he's gone and there you sit alone on the bench poem in one hand apple in the other—bright bits of peel all over your new gray coat?  …

THE VISION

By  Rajosik Mitra Balanced at the edge of my dreams Is a vision eluding me Like the rain falling soft - In the dark, you hear but cannot see. To have once heard the lore, To have it linger like an image From an old dream of long before- Is the key to a strange truth A strange truth from an ancient rune, That draws you forward Like moth to a distant moon; For I have loved the things I see and hear in vain, Searched every dark corner For pain with a greater sustain;…