by Nancy Machlis Rechtman He told me that my eyesWere stars twinkling in the nightAnd when he kissed me he murmuredThat my lips were the sweet petals of roses. My heart became the flutterOf birds’ wings soaring through the treesAnd his wordsWere the silky balm on my wounded soul. “Your…
By Damon Marbut Each time I turn over my shoulder and plummet toward Earth I do not recall the first time I’ve done this, that I have left for a while. But I do it relentlessly, unquestioningly, upwardly joining something to learn how to fall away back into myself. When…
