GREY SKY by Kacey Carmassi |
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SASKATCHEWAN SKY
by Michael Lee Johnson Saskatchewan sky, just a preview of love, chip off an edge of prairie chip an edge off winter— and opening multiple eyes toward spring. They—lovers, find themselves near evening bush fire— great seal fish and open lake, cuddle together— so wonderful there— where she comes from, where did she go to from here. |
WHITE BLANKET by Kelly Sullivan |
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WINTER'S DIAMOND
by Amy Hrynchuk Sinking back into the corner of the couch I do my best to hide under the ever present throw blanket as I glance out the patio doors that lead out to that winter wonderland. Every few seconds the fluttering red maple leaf makes its way into the corner of my vision. Just enough to pull my attention away from the large mesmerizing snowflakes that have started to slowly float to the ground. Sinking back into the corner of the couch I do my best to hide under the ever present throw blanket as I become more focused at the spectacle forming just outside the patio doors. Those large mesmerizing snowflakes are beginning to cover the ground beneath them like a blanket. But not just any ordinary blanket. A winter blanket that sparkles like a flawless diamond when the sun hits it just right. |
ABSTRACT NO. 8 by Lisa Lygo |
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OUTLINES
by Michael Fraley I am fascinated by the outline of a thing— The coast of any country Affords the opportunity to chart a winding path From headlands to the sloping sands. A face in profile reveals its personality, Like seeing a performer from a backstage angle Not presented to the public. An argument is more than can be seen In the thick of the fray. By stepping out beyond the border of dissent, One is able to absorb and hold two points of view In alternating prominence. From a distance, the shapes of things display Worlds of hidden impulse. What can't be taken in, degree by slow degree, Still shines in its entirety. |
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