Poetry

"...A ghost's cry rings hollow..."

"...The wild has given so much pleasure over the years..."

"Wild roses still grow close to the old house..."

"...You're something beautiful, you know..."

"...only the Dharma Wheel remains..."

"...but light leaches from the booming sky..."

"...you are still the same you..."

"...their souls stretch -- famished, rice paper thin in the wind..."

"The distance I picked was not far enough..."

"...no thought is left to him...just a vengeful ghost..."

"...I must confess I constantly look at the sky, trying to recover a colossal sign..."

"...down to the ankles beaded with care fully stringed bands of promises..."

Carl Wade Thompson is a poet, memoirist, and the graduate writing tutor at Texas Wesleyan University.

An image to sink into...

Yes, this is why we do it...

"You have muddied the waters..."

"...a better person to sit in my place..."

"... At eighteen, I was lost and living in my parents' basement..."

"...I overheard people making shapes of water..."

"...If only I could survive without mine..."

Alberto Quero, poet and narrator, holds a BA in Literature and Linguistics, a Masters in Venezuelan literature and a Doctorate in Humanities by the University of Zulia, Venezuela. He is a member of the Venezuelan Association of Semiotics, the Venezuelan College of Educators, the International Writers' Parliament of Colombia and the Iberian American Writers' Society.

"...if I could resurrect the past I would open both ears..."

"...the courage of Icarus in their wings..."

"...in the Sunset Garden..."

"...When to push the river and when to say Geronimo..."

"...it's a pilgrim's heartbreak..."

"...but she didn't fall for me..."

Because there are people in the world who worship money above all else...

"...when they put their blinders on..."

"Forty-nine years ago I visited the Falls...