Poetry

"...love starting from emptiness remains in the dark shadow of emptiness..."

"...even they come back..."

"...we knew that we felt that love..."

"...that past of laxity and ashes..."

"...especially when it's minus fifteen..."

"...I woke to the great city, cars people, buildings..."

"...Another loss handshakes the old losses..."

"...my skeletons are tumbling ..."

"...swim into eternal days like this..."

"...when power meant steam and strawberries were seasonal..."

"...love is an urban legend, passed through the generations, from one friend of a friend to another..."

"When I die don’t you dare..."

"...what’s your favorite dish?.."

"...fish clutch hitting a sidearm..."

"...I see a blossoming universe singing with you..."

Anne Eyries left the UK last century to work in France, lives in Arles and is a member of the Poetry Society’s Stanza in France.

Jeffrey Zable is a teacher, conga drummer/percussionist who plays Afro-Cuban folkloric music for dance classes and rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area, and a writer of poetry, flash fiction, and non-fiction.

"...you start calling your grandkids by their parents' first names..."

"...Our life is represented by someone else’s pen..."

"...to address us who once came out of the waters..."

"...there are collar pins, tie pins, rolling and bowling pins..."

"...please put up a good fight..."

"...It is too distant for me to know..."

"...Thinking about how much lovelier you are..."

"...The lesson had been clearly taught..."

"...somebody’s heart was broken..."

"...Lived through the towering inferno..."

"...From the dark depths, resurfacing, the melodies ride the crests of storms..."

"...the empty promise of every dusk..."