Flying at Night

By Anthony Palma   All you see are the lights, starfire ground into dust, dimming and sharpening like pencils until they are little but pinpricks, a terrestrial star chart. They are the spaces we forget, the front porch light left on, the street lamp guarding our slumber unceasing. On the highways they mark cars, photons … Continue reading Flying at Night

My Soul

By Ian Copestick In this life, there's not much that I can control But the most important is my soul Let it be open, let it be giving As my body withers and dies Let ┬ámy soul keep living Let love, not hatred be my guide Let it grow to be beautiful inside No, there's … Continue reading My Soul