Category: AIR

I’m watching this morning fog claiming her channels. A firm, open mother’s palm I can’t quite get under. A piece of the untouchable sky, come down. -Adriana Stimola My poems…

Atmosphere pops temples like balloons, using just pressure. These seas of air outlining the seen are as reactionary as any body, shifting with whatever and wherever they feel. -Alex Shapiro…

whirling wind light along the length of road with substance, yearns an earth-like calling So nearly sense- like who is wrong for never knowing flight whose mixture so near song…

spring air is so enduring walk to that white maple metronome marking cadences footsteps over the ivy bridge a castle green-enrobed in herbs,perfume of Narcissus, hope luminous play in moonlit…

When I was just a speck of dust and floating through the verse, I dreamed that I'd become a planet, vast and more diverse. As luck would have it, there…

Sirocco winds, birthed in the dune canyons of the Sahara, push out their breath with the strength of a woman in labor, echo the sounds of Oud, Kora, Shekere and…

Winds are weather lords. They have a home   and are worshiped. Winds ride green hills at night.   They guide people, and are wild.   Air groans, mutters, grunts.…

seven, ten, seventeen years                away and interred, churning the fecund rot until a soundless alarm directs them skyward they emerge from their quasi-graves…