by Nancy Machlis Rechtman She feels her way through the dappled landscapeCradling the memories of a time when it was filled with lightAnd hopeAnd dreamsInstead of this endless echo chamberOf lonelinessWhere she now resides. The sun has yielded to the moon’s prowessSinking slowly across the Western skyBut this is no…
By Leila Fortier It is always with me Where I do not know~ Stuck in the Forefront of afterthought~ On the outskirts Of unformed memory~ And I, of the midnight asking~ Nighting of the unanswered~ This brothel of existence~ No longer of you or I- but of poetry~ Sprouting accents…
