I WANTED T O LOVE HER RIGHT

MAIA SCHWALLIE

JU L Y 1 6, 1 969 TRI S YIA RAHIMI golden sun r ays cer ulean seas gentle tides endless meadows yellow sundress empty highways city at sundown the palace gardens br ight balconies pr istine white marble the pr incess’s waltz a str anger’s silhouette softest lullaby sweet r ain air at midnight dinner on the moon contented sigh aching nostalgia that makes your hear t heavy she loves you, but she’s afr aid to say to where the tr aces of my dreams remain i hope you feel the same

Snow Man

Michael Romanov

little pebbles poke into my spine relics of jour neys this tr uck as taken, chackies left for dust.

cold, cr isp air nips at my bare ar ms goosebumps r ise , making my ams rough like the pebbles above is the cr ystal glass of a snow globe and i am gazing out at the wor ld above and the snow falling around me is instead thousands of star s twinkling from a distance a gentle silence falls, a fresh coat of snow on the bottom of this snowglobe