I’ve never looked back at the moon. Driving in the car, Looking through the back window, It seems to rise above the streetlights.
If you think about it, When you look at the moon, You’re looking at the light of tomorrow.
Conchita Isdiawan
...Bring back the greens of trees, Pinks, yellows, reds, rainbows of flowers Blue of the sky White of the fluffy clouds Bring back pleasant days that will warm the Hearts of children Frozen from the bitterness of cold, dark winter.
SAISA GIRLS BASKETBALL OPENING CEREMONY
Luther Rauk
Eighty girls meeting Basketballs bouncing Teams walking hallways Children cheering Shooting baskets from second floor Lighting candles Cheering all teams
Hesitance of luna
Claudine Urdaneta
where have you gone, moon? that glass heart of yours is more than meets the eye the cracks lining along trace maps of agony the holes and pieces that reassemble in strength like craters, depth adds something akin to beauty to your complexion
why can't you ever stay, moon? this ice heart of mine is not what it seems the sides have begun to melt tears suppressed for so long, and yet the puddle it forms a well of anguish is but a reflection of your elusive glow
love, sun
FOR ROBBIE
JJQ
Scented with sandalwood and the depth of the ocean is how I imagine you. Frames curve and carve your eyes with hands like Botero. Reflected in them I can see all good art.
You envy my life of long flights and I yours along a boulevard, just as complementary as all the colors dancing in your shirts.
Sunsets hope to kiss your skin. Among the sparks of rings and charms would be your deep earth tones.
Writing to a writer bears its own risk. A long path to show you may remain.