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 Jun 2019 Nina
Luna Maria
routine
 Jun 2019 Nina
Luna Maria
fall in love
fall apart
fall asleep
- and repeat
falling all the way down
 Jun 2019 Nina
Jon York
She throws
        wishes into the night
             and waits for
       the stars to catch them.

               I said to her
         blue eyes, "meet me
                at midnight
            in   front  of  my
                   dreams.

                We'll make a
                    fire and
             count  the  stars
                that shimmer
             above  the  trees."

                 She's more
             myself than I am.
                  Whatever
           souls  are  made  of,
                   hers and
           mine are the same and
                 her heart and
                     my heart
                     are very,
              very old friends.
                                                                                     Jon York 2019
 Jun 2019 Nina
Jon York
Some of
            my most favorite
     seconds  on  earth  are the
            seconds filled
   with my lips spilled upon
          your collarbone
    and your hair nestled into
                    my fist.
               You were the
           hardest lesson I've
                   ever had
              to learn and I'm
                     afraid
             I'll miss you
                   forever.
                                                                                     Jon York   2019
 Jun 2019 Nina
Bogdan Dragos
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse
The cherry trees dance while blossoms fall,
as if heavenly angels have come to call;
And willing winds fly through dogwood trees,
their leaves dotting landscapes from the breeze.

All this occurring in a dream-filled land,
of poets and prophets in glory's stand;
And gardens overflowing with daffodils,
waving yellow flags from giant hills.

The glancing birds fly off to greet,
in sunbursts' skies of colorful treat;
And rainbows curve their way to gold,
a cherished gift for both young and old.

Delicate as the blossoms may be,
their worth is greater than that of the sea;
While continuing to shed fragrant melodies,
and reviving sweet springtime's reverie.
 May 2019 Nina
Jon York
I
  spend
     too
   many
   hours
      in
     my
    head,
wondering
  whether
       I
    spend
   nearly
       as
    many
        in
     your
     head.

       In
     your
hesitation
        I
   found
      my
  answer.
We are all just fighting to survive a world where "I miss you" doesn't mean I'm coming back and "I love you" doesn't mean I'm here to stay and "I' changed my mind" means you lied on purpose and just didn't want to say you lied so you said "I changed my mind." Why is it when the story ends we begin to feel all of it"?  
                                                          ­                               Jon York   2019
 May 2019 Nina
Nadia
Sometimes I need to see the ocean
Taste the salt air and feel the motion
Of the waves and the wind
And the world spinning round
When the chaos is too much
The ocean’s where I’ll be found

If I could take a magic potion
Cast a spell or give devotion
Granted any of the powers
That may possibly be
I would quite ecstatically
Transform to a bird of the sea
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