fireplace smoke rising
morning coffee brewing
old men's cherried pipes
and trees
Do you miss the scents of earth?
fresh-cut grass after rain?
salty ocean breezes? pink camellias?
or my skin?
More from Issue #1
The Gathering by Heather M. Browne
It started with the sun casting colors on the sand, sun tanned brown pointing cowry shells – golden baked An old seagull by the sea watches me collect a gathering of shells…
Unboxed by Heather M. Browne
I held her tight Her weight in my lap boxed to let her go gently Water & wind ready to embrace her The sun falling halfway Our metal casket gleaming mid-flight I…
A Painting, An Early Morning Walk, and All the People by Charles F. Thielman
Faces of this age, inbound, transit under city towers. Tip of paintbrush inside canvas rivers. My eyes wander in a white sky, drawn as human to our magnetic stutter, hands in pockets.…
Her Dream by Heather M. Browne
Her dream grew Too large Imagination spilling Filling her room Needing out Creeping upon its windowed reflection In pane Shelved dolls listening Hearing the dream’s gasp Unable to split the seam of…