Perseid’s Shower Submission #5 Ann WJ White We laid on our backs. Lake Itasca, the beginning of the Mississippi parkland. A family waiting for the dusk to transmogrify into night full of stars and silence. Waiting for meteors to travel at thirty-five seconds per mile…

Poem Five for the Hour Five he invented the pendulum of change welcomes each difference to create kaleidoscope of men’s healing grounds he is a matchstick lighting candles of small words of the small worlds he is a street corner of philosophy son of S.A.P.-Socrates,…