Untitled by Eugenia Andino

Luz refractada da color al cielo.
Del negro al rosa, misterioso cielo.

Demasiada luz roba las estrellas,
Las ciudades se han quedado sin cielo.

Posponer los problemas tomando el sol,
Prohibida la pena si está azul el cielo.

Gris plomo de nieve, gris claro de lluvia:
No hay otro destino escrito en el cielo.

Si existe un Dios, nos mira desde lejos.
No es un consuelo imaginar el cielo.

El granjero no ve ninguna nube.
A sus plantas secas las mata el cielo.

El exiliado admira las constelaciones.
Alumbran su casa desde otro cielo.

Los aviones vuelan de aquí al futuro.
Yo no los alcanzo, mirando al cielo.



Refracted light gives its colour to the sky.
Black down to pink, mysterious sky.

Too much light steals the stars.
Cities have lost their sky.

Put off your problems and sunbathe.
Banish all sorrow if there is blue in the sky.

Dark grey for snow, light grey for rain:
Don't read any other destinies from the sky.

If there is a God, He's so far away.
No comfort from an old man in the sky.

The farmer looks in vain for a cloud.
His dry plants are killed by the sky.

Exiles gaze at the constellations.
They light up his home on a different sky.

Airplanes fly from here to the future.
I cannot reach them as I stare at the sky.


Eugenia Andino, Seville, Spain

Sunday haiku by Christine Bruness

apple pie baking
fills the air with cinnamon
this autumn Sunday

Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA.

Autumnal haiku by Christine Bruness

Autumn evening~
soft moonlight illuminates
the small spider's web.


blustery fall day~
mailman chases the letter
blowing in the wind


autumn shore trip
alone on the beach amongst
an ocean of ghosts


swarms of white & gray
soaring in the twilight...
sky of seagulls

Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA

Come in from the cold: November snapshots by Eugenia Andino

1.
Salgo sola, al amanecer.
El viento gélido me envuelve
Mientras mis amigos duermen.

Alone, out at dawn.
The icy wind wraps me up
While my friends sleep.


2
Dos feroces dragones:
Un niño y una niña con impermeables,
Su aliento de vapor.

Two fiery dragons:
Boy and girl in raincoats,
Their breath of steam.


3
Una hoja se aferra a la rama.
Otoño helado.
'No te rindas sin oponer resistencia'.

Leaf clings to the tree,
Chill autumn.
'Don't give in without a fight' (Pink Floyd)


4
Con purpurina de escarcha
la hierba se disfraza:
Un Halloween tardío.

Glittery with frost
The grass puts on a costume:
a late Halloween.

Eugenia Andino, Seville, Spain

For the Girl Who Had a Crush on Me in Middle School by Corey Cook

The girl with the long stringy
hair, the long greasy hair. The girl
who wore ill fitting, faded clothes
-clothes that had been passed down
& passed down again. The girl
who had a crush on me & wrote
me love letters, letters that said "I
saw you at the tennis court Tuesday
& wanted to walk over, but my father
was home." The girl whose father
had a sailboat stocked with food
& supplies in his backyard, whose
father sent her out for firewood half
-naked at three in the morning, whose
father held the entire family hostage
with a shotgun. The girl who needed
me, needed someone. The girl I didn't
acknowledge until now.


Corey Cook, New Hampshire, USA

Taken Away by Chris Major

Apparently
it was one Friday night.
Went down clutching
a take away under
a blur of boots,
tattooed arms that
pistoned primary colours.
Red smothered,
masala making things
look worse.....better.
Fortnight in a coma,
before us at rehab;
a weight of careplans
and papers hopefully
squeezing out some
quality of life.
Sentences cut,
few words at a time,
soothing soft syllabled
and mushy as food.

Forced smiles and optimism
before home to 'see ya lata' notes,
nights of no sleeping
'til keys find the lock...............


Chris Major, Staffordshire, UK