Alison Luterman – Fog

Alison Luterman We don’t have snow herebut some mornings the whole worldis white and hushed and soft with fogand whatever troubles we went to sleepclutched to our thudding heartshave loosened overnight and are dissolvingin mist. The regal hillsto the East have been erasedbehind a cottony scrim, and peopleappear to appearout of nowhere in the dawn …

JR Solonche – The Clouds

JR Solonche Nothing disturbs them,the clouds, stoics,philosophers, sages,graybeards of the sky.Not even this jet,that streaks throughthem, that shredsthe silence likea silver shark,disturbs their slow,slow, mindful walk on air.