Alyssa Trivett writes

Leftover Coffee

Leftover coffee
swims for its own life
bobbing up and down,
driver-side cup holder.
Dancing lightning
fire flashes across the sky.
Post-work tired eyes
follow divided lines,
and saddle-hop home.

Traffic Jam -- Brandi Cooper

Ann Christine Tabaka paints

Utensils

 

Umid Ali writes

DON’T BECOME A DISH BUT BE WATER

Don’t become a dish but be water inside the dish.

--Bruce Lee

***

A handful of water…

If you spill it it becomes a plant,

Then the lovers’ breast fills with a lawn.

Unless you sip,

The ground fills with grass,

At that time will you want

To become a handful of water?!

***

A look can position the sky,

A howl can hold the universe.

A heart as big as the sky --

Tell me, what more do you need?!

(But don’t tell me the universe…)

--tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"

 

 A Handful of Water -- Miguel Bolacha

Jeremy Seligson writes

FROGGIE BOTTOMS

2008

Seoul

Mrs

Magpie

steps in

--pokes

“a polliwog!

Yum!”

Polliwog

wiggles up

sucks

and grows

around

your eyes

Soft

Sambos

paddle

along shore

serenely

waving tails

so many

polliwogs

paddle

clock-wise

“Our huge family”

Cupped in palm

one plays dead

Set on surface,

Jiggles down

See--

Miss Polly

dines on

a cherry

blossom

Polliwogs

nibble petals

of beautiful

Yellow Flags

Cute --

they would

chew me, too

if they could

Pond shrunk

Into a puddle

--surviving

polliwogs pray

 --Ed Baker