Poetry

"...while men whistle their sad desperation in wounded catcalls..."

"...why do we thrive in thought?"

"...I ask him about the last time he's been anywhere..."

"...hiding in your shadow sipping your vintage..."

"...in a freeing, frank and fearless fashion..."

"...fake tears are now dried in the evening sun..."

"...dense forest, now a clean-shaven look, bullish real estate..."

"...in truth you're lucky to be holding a seven..."

"...They look at each other again and again..."

"...cut, he quit cold turkey..."

"...activists Get branded as anarchists..."

"...never lived to see what a beauty this life could have been..."

"...It often appears under a passing cloud or nestled beside me in the warmth of my shadow...."

Mark Parsons' poems have been recently published or are forthcoming in Ex Pat Press, Dreich, Cape Rock, and I-70 Review. He lives in Tokyo, Japan.

"...even scarier and riskier to humans..."

"...smell the twilight, laugh at darkness,..."

"...the ones behind the masks..."

"...the fallen valley of what you never knew you couldn't have..."

"...drunks swaggering home..."

"We have the kinship of famous and ordinary..."

"...no better place to have a drink..."

"...no longer see past shadows that linger across treetops..."

"...a poor, petrifying, parched plainness..."

Mihaela Melnic lives and writes in Rome, Italy where her prose and poetry evolve and take different shapes with every new life experience

"...Your loving words count for everything..."

"...Braving each storm..."

"...Assume not that my name is yours to speak..."

"...A wave comes and Washes away your Memories..."

"...Gravity doesn't exist, people float around..."

"...Celtic sanctuary on the mountain summit..."