Poetry by David Dephy

When I Am Going Out in the Summertime   When I am going out of the New York’s subway and especially in the summertime, through the Avenue H by the Q train in Brooklyn, I hear the sounds of ocean. Yet, I hear the sounds of ocean—the sounds of thoughts, the sounds of wishes and …

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 …

Poems by Nardine Sanderson

Untainted flowers. ___________________ Untainted flowers have come to rest Where love resides, within my chest A beating heart where once lacked light Beautifully grown, this garden in sight. Bright eye _____________ She may have wept his parted days, and sleepless nights a restless gaze Into starlight there above In countless mourning Of their love For …

Poems by Nardine Sanderson

Bright eye. She may have wept his parted days, and sleepless nights a restless gaze Into starlight there above In countless mourning Of their love For dreams lay withered A flowers fool Drained of water, each tear ran dry But there lay fortunate With peaceful cry A galaxy known, to her bright eye. Beauty of …