by Anna Spence Evolution Behind us, the rainclouds are climbing over one another at the horizon and the sky is water-green above the burnished savanna. You grip my neck for balance when you heave your bulk upright and break the surface of the dry sea of hissing grass. Your eyes, hooded under heavy brows, are keen and good at judging Read More
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Elegy For The Leaves
by Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri Leaves dance, flame and golden symphony in the chilling October skies, dancing with the grace of a ballerina, which she once was. She wanders the hills and curves alone, a lone lady in lavender, strolling rugged paths, streams drying up, meandering toward their dry death. Tree branches lean like skeletons, the rain beginning its late autumnal descent. Read More