Deep Underground

Phanrasmagoria

Robert Hansen Slant Rondeau

On strange tides of stranger weather, Ark unshackled of its tether, Arc so clear from ocean’s peak, I dread her hellish drop beneath, Cognisant of Terra’s pressure.

Petrified in any measure, Am I true? Yet was I never? My mind consumed, I shift and shriek, Phantasmagoria.

Soul and mind detached and severed, Ebbs and flows of now and never, Sweep across this land antique, Profound forces, perverse mystique, Alone, adrift, yet somehow centered, Phantasmagoria.

“Purple” Gianna Costanzo/Camera “Untitled” Unknown/Camera

New Year

Nora Ameti Haiku

A Falling Twinkle, Promising New Adventures, It is a New Year.

Running

Nora Ameti Free Verse

One step, two step, Breathe in, Three step, fourth step, Breathe out, Five step, six step, Don’t stop now, Seven step, eight step, Never give up.

Vase

Nora Ameti Limerick

When the child broke his mom’s vase, He tried to put it back in place, He got out his glue, To make it look new, Then quickly ran off just in case.