Presence 68
deepening sunset
the lake rises up
with flamingos
— Vanessa Proctor
summer heat
the whisper of rock pools
becoming sea
— Colin Oliver
his gift of lilac jelly—
back to normal
in air quotes
— Tanya McDonald
what have I done
with this brief light—
may as well ask
the voiceless slow-worm
or the daylong damselfly
— Ruth Holzer
autumn—
lips and fingers
raspberry-stained
the old crone
bids me follow
— Jenny Ward Angyal
estuary
baths were made for hot water and epsom salts for lavender and poetry candlelight and wine for rainy days and cold nights for shaving legs and wrinkled toes for music and for silence for relaxation contemplation and sometimes even revelations that only come when body mind and spirit are baptized in the cleansing waters of leisure
in that alternate reality the one on the other side of the wormhole i am a mermaid with a tail of amethyst and emeralds swimming through the waters of conception becoming all that i was ever meant to be
a half woman tugged whole by the tides
slowly lowered
the drawbridge
on a fishbowl castle
— Terri L. French