I feel your twilight sky mind in mine. It is a dark but radiant shade of blue. I am still waiting for the stars to fade in as if they were always there – although they themselves have been, for as always as it gets with human beings, a lifetime, the ignition of a single match. And so out there where the stars live, they live unchanging – it is the light that cloys the eye here, the sun’s unsubtle bid for the earth’s entire attention, which we, as numinous creatures call too simply: life.
~ Jill Riga
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Lady K’s eye scan — Steven B. Smith
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Photo by Davidione C. Pearl
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The Space Between Thoughts — KE
![Heavenly Splendor of Field-a-Flower by PMPope](http://www.thecitypoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/Heavenly-Splendor-of-Field-a-Flower-by-PMPope-768x1024.jpg)
Heavenly Splendor of Field a Flower — PMPope
![Jane Russell in His Kind of Woman with Robert Mitchum, 1951 - Photo by Smith](http://www.thecitypoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/Jane-Russell-in-His-Kind-of-Woman-with-Robert-Mitchum-1951-smith.jpg)
Jane Russell in His Kind of Woman with Robert Mitchum, 1951 – Photo by Smith
Always Something
Warped light haloed
In evergreen melts
Thru my window
Melts thru my dream
Of sleeping on an
Old futon sunk in the
Middle eaten alive
By an unforgiving
Floral pattern fading
From existence into
The twilight of mine
& I can’t roll over
‘Cause I’d just roll off
Ain’t nothin’ wakes
You faster than a soft
Carpet hardened by
Years covering a hard
Wood floor reaching
For a cup of coffee
Mocks me just out of
Reach & ain’t nothin’
Comes easy in a life
Lived on the edge
KE
A Happy Marriage
It is said that swallows mate for life
and their very presence creates
a happy marriage.
Chinese leave their windows open
so that during spring the birds can return to their nests,
inside the home’s rafters.
Darling, if we left our window open,
I wonder if they would make their home here
among us…
how many seasons
would they come and go?
Would we still be here when they arrived,
or would we have moved on
even though it was still their home?
They patch their nest with fresh spring mud
from the rice fields–
~ Heather Ann Shepherd
Look for Shepherd’s upcoming new collection, A Hummingbird in the Garage
![Hint of Summer by Chris Cipriani](http://www.thecitypoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/Hint-of-Summer-by-Cipriani.jpg)
Hint of Summer — Chris Cipriani
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Convoluted Kilauea – Cynthia Chiplis
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The Compass Wouldnt Tell Me and I Didnt Want to Know – Agram Bigsby
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Devadasis by Bree
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Le centre cinématographique près de Ouarzazate by Georgette Verraghen
![Mom's Garden - Photo by Jerie Ireland Green](http://www.thecitypoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/moms-garden-1.jpg)
Mom’s Garden – Photo by Jerie Ireland Green
![Dog at Dock by Tim Green aka Dad](http://www.thecitypoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/dog-at-dock-by-dad.jpg)
Dog at Dock by Dad
![cat by Laura Dumm](http://www.thecitypoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/cat-by-Laura-Dumm.jpg)
Cat by Laura Dumm
Something like peace
the laughing sparrow
the jazz light the orange
kiss of the red haired dancer
a delusion of perfume the
breaking light of fork lit
road the hallucinating tangle
of noon.
– Russell Vidrick
![Winter Spring](http://www.thecitypoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/Winter-Spring.jpg)
Winter Spring – Composition of Facebook Personalization Photos
![Misha Cat photo by Lady K](http://www.thecitypoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/Misha-Cat-576x1024.jpg)
Misha Cat photo by Lady K