She turns slowly
Eyes opening like spring iris.
He breathes her essence.
Like a breeze her fingertips on his.
They leave hand in hand.
[Bio] Kate (http://www.wellnesswithkate.com) works/plays in all areas of theatre, arts & healthcare, with horses and as a spiritual guide.
Cries weak, yet eager with life.
First moments afloat, echoing the blue globe.
Voice rising in strength, he christens the vastness of space.
[Bio] Marie Croke’s brain resides in her little toe. As she walks it rattles around and around, occasionally spitting out something profound.
black sea and sky.
ships: sailing white, leave the flood plain.
safest harbor: needing none.
clustering lights, another long dusk.
[Bio] Andy Kelly @a_m_kelly lives in a room full of books, mostly unread.
They died, each species, one by one. Cats then owls; owls then ants. They died.
But now look.
They rise, each species, one by one. They rise.
[Bio] Penelope Friday — penelopefriday.livejournal.com .
No money, no problem. Without scarcity, need is a pipe dream; we work because we want to. My music, your novel—only fodder for dreams.