Ritual Dance – Steven B. Smith<\/p><\/div>\n

Tanka<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hat slouched over his eyes,
\nhe misses a chord here and there–
\nbut it’s no problem, he sings loud.
\nThen, suddenly, softly, one line
\nand in the darkness, I am weeping.<\/p>\n

~ Geoffrey A. Landis<\/p>\n

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A Harvest Moon in the Hands of the People<\/strong><\/p>\n

Let us create a universe
\nWhere leftover stars are exhaled
\nInto one another\u2019s landscapes<\/p>\n

If we are going to come into our own existence
\nLet it be through the unseen colors of a nebula,
\nA supernova in the shape of peace<\/p>\n

Sparking, stretching across the horizon
\nOf doubt and changing the sun to the moon to the sun
\nsongs becoming spectrums
\nAnd words becoming feasts
\nWhere we all sit down TOGETHER<\/p>\n

And our hearts become our manifesto
\nSung to the repertoire of our being
\nAnd then maybe we would begin to grasp
\nThat we all cry, we all love, we all dream<\/p>\n

We have all stopped in the middle of the street
\nWhen we were children to look up
\nAt a harvest moon as it watches over
\nOur neighborhood.<\/p>\n

~ Heather Ann Schmidt<\/p>\n

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art by bree<\/p><\/div>\n

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