Presence 73

morning shadows in the scarlett elf cup

Caroline Skanne

early May
already the bluebells

— Erica Ison

I should be up —
the weight of a cat

Aron Rothstein

gold hair blowing
in the cold
ocean sunrise
she takes her tea
with lemon

Ash Evan Lippert

channel marker
washed up
on the rocks
I lost my way
for a while

Jon Hare

Feeding the Black Dog

Another day, and the snow is falling halfheartedly, like everything else. The terror of death got Dr. Johnson out of bed in the morning; Larkin, his three glasses of supermarket wine. Why continue doing this, that or the other? Why not.  

on fumes

— Ruth Holzer