I feel your twilight sky mind in mine. It is a dark but radiant shade of blue. I am still waiting for the stars to fade in as if they were always there – although they themselves have been, for as always as it gets with human beings, a lifetime, the ignition of a single match. And so out there where the stars live, they live unchanging – it is the light that cloys the eye here, the sun\u2019s unsubtle bid for the earth\u2019s entire attention, which we, as numinous creatures call too simply: life.<\/p>\n

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$\"Photo$

Lady K’s eye scan<\/em>\u00a0— Steven B. Smith<\/p><\/div>\n

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$\"Photo$
Photo by Davidione C. Pearl<\/p><\/div>\n
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$\"\"$
The Space Between Thoughts<\/em>\u00a0— KE<\/p><\/div>\n
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$\"Heavenly$
Heavenly Splendor of Field a Flower<\/em>\u00a0— PMPope<\/p><\/div>\n
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$\"Jane$
Jane Russell in His Kind of Woman with Robert Mitchum, 1951 – Photo by Smith<\/p><\/div>\n
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Always Something<\/p>\n
Warped light haloed
\nIn evergreen melts
\nThru my window
\nMelts thru my dream
\nOf sleeping on an
\nOld futon sunk in the
\nMiddle eaten alive
\nBy an unforgiving
\nFloral pattern fading
\nFrom existence into
\nThe twilight of mine
\n& I can’t roll over
\n‘Cause I’d just roll off
\nAin’t nothin’ wakes
\nYou faster than a soft
\nCarpet hardened by
\nYears covering a hard
\nWood floor reaching
\nFor a cup of coffee
\nMocks me just out of
\nReach & ain’t nothin’
\nComes easy in a life
\nLived on the edge<\/p>\n
KE<\/p>\n
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A Happy Marriage<\/p>\n
It is said that swallows mate for life
\nand their very presence creates
\na happy marriage.<\/p>\n
Chinese leave their windows open
\nso that during spring the birds can return to their nests,
\ninside the home’s rafters.<\/p>\n
Darling, if we left our window open,
\nI wonder if they would make their home here
\namong us…
\nhow many seasons
\nwould they come and go?<\/p>\n
Would we still be here when they arrived,
\nor would we have moved on
\neven though it was still their home?<\/p>\n
They patch their nest with fresh spring mud
\nfrom the rice fields–<\/p>\n
~ Heather Ann Shepherd<\/p>\n
Look for Shepherd’s upcoming new collection, A Hummingbird in the Garage<\/em><\/p>\n
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$\"Hint$
Hint of Summer<\/em> — Chris Cipriani<\/p><\/div>\n
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$\"Convoluted$
Convoluted Kilauea<\/em> – Cynthia Chiplis<\/p><\/div>\n
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$\"The$
The Compass Wouldnt Tell Me and I Didnt Want to Know<\/em> – Agram Bigsby<\/p><\/div>\n
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$\"Devadasis$
Devadasis by Bree<\/p><\/div>\n
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$\"Le$
Le centre cin\u00e9matographique pr\u00e8s de Ouarzazate by Georgette Verraghen<\/p><\/div>\n
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$\"Mom's$
Mom’s Garden – Photo by Jerie Ireland Green<\/p><\/div>\n
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$\"Dog$
Dog at Dock by Dad<\/p><\/div>\n
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