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 Jul 2020 Jen
rk
t e m p t r e s s
 Jul 2020 Jen
rk
i remember
how sweet you tasted
strawberries and whiskey
staining my lips,
so beautifully sweet
with a power that burned me
as i couldn't stop myself
from asking for more.
 Jul 2020 Jen
Sk Abdul Aziz
I can feel the smell of fresh earth in the air
Cool breeze
Swaying trees
An assortment of dark clouds in the sky
Lightning and thunder
There's a storm coming
And then there's the storm of feelings brewing inside my head as I sip my cup of tea
The first drop of rain kisses the earth
It starts with a little pitter patter
And then there's just an absolute downpour of emotions
It's like the sky is crying it's heart out
And the sound is like some symphony
And every now and then it reaches a crescendo and then calms down again
The birds are flying hither tither
Some take shelter in my window ledge and sill
Some cars and motorcycles stop in their tracks
People on the road taking their umbrellas out
Those without one scampering for cover
Some drenching their hearts out in the rain
As it starts to flood a bit some kids make paperboats and set them out on the rainwater sea..
As I watched these scenes from my window I couldn't help but think of my childhood days
Days when I used to feel more and think less
But then I guess with age you grow wiser or maybe dumber or a bit timid..i don't know..
As a kid the rains for me was all about having a good time
Now it's all about watching and reminiscing the childhood days
 Jul 2020 Jen
Caroline Shank
At what point do I cross over
to the unknown spaces?
Fires carve.  Smoke
marks the places of memory.

"Beyond this point there be
dragons."  

I run to the flat humid
edge of the world.
Under my feet is lava.  
"Is this a dream? "
I ask the lone
sparrow.

"Hurry" he said "Run
before
the wind loosens your
madness."

There is no room to
sit in this desolate
geography.  I am bound
to the edge with laces.

Call the naked lion.
Retrieve for me
the last vestige of sanity.
The remnants of sensation.

I remain alone on the
precipice of thought.
Find me, if you can,
amid the char and
debris of your last

goodbye.  


Caroline Shank
 Jul 2020 Jen
Nitika Sharma
Story of Two Hearts
Is it the Dance floor that played the Dart?

Hands clinged
Beats Swinged
Rhythmic Dance
Retro Romance
Locked Eyes
Fluttering Flies

You are the one He whispered
Either you or None She replied
 Jul 2020 Jen
Ron
My Now
 Jul 2020 Jen
Ron
I’ve not seen her
for a long time now.
Each day above my dreams
I see us hand in hand.
Memories of painful leavings.
If it feels like this now,
What did it feel like then?
I’m glad my now don’t know.
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