Summer Blues
As Pure As Stars
By Irene Ferraro-Sives
By Dawnell Harrison
It may have been the summer rain dancing on the open window melting the summer dust. Or, to think again it may have been the careless, summer breeze that blew your private music across the hollow alley
It is a night to lose yourself in. A full moon, the ocean riding its waves into a glint shine as pure as stars.
IRENE FERRARO-SIVES was born in Brooklyn, NY and currently lives with her husband in New Jersey. Irene has been writing since she was nine.
Calculating.... a fish leaps to capture bite of heaven. —Joan McNerney
A pearled conk shell that lays on the sand is as smooth as a weathered rock in the water – wave after wave erasing its pointy edges and polishing it to a shine.
Angels sing of a world as full as a lit moon rising up in the tender, sweet night. Deep in the marrow of the moon demigods speak of peace and hold this night up as if gentled by halos.
DAWNELL HARRISON has been published in over 60 magazines and journals including The Endicott Review, Abbey, Iconoclast, Nerve Cowboy, and Mobius. She also has three poetry books “Voyager,” “The Maverick Posse,” and “The Fire Behind My Eyes.”
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