STEVE-OKEEFE

  The moon is an amazing combination of predictability, consistency, change, wonder, hope and beauty all rolled into one. In a world of chaos and uncertainty the moon continues its eternal journey of graceful change that has the power to calm even the most inpatient heart and soothe the anxious soul.

  My Moon My moon blessing Sara and me, naked, at night as we splash into Lake Washington from the Century speedboat. My moon emerging from behind back-lit clouds full and eternal and triggering my resentment over ever having been born and knowing at 16 with finality that I would die. My moon rising over the sweat lodge where slender Zephyr taught us the moon song: "Neesah Neesah Neesah."

 A fat shining round face. Is it a grin, a frown, or a smile? A trickster for sure. A Mona Lisa with a dark backdrop full of silver dust. Who are you? I wonder why so much romanticism was weaved around you. I cannot figure you out. — Elizabeth Terzian

Looking up to the sky on a cold winter's night seeing the high cirrus clouds drift across the moon I see my mood surrounded by a corona of muted white light. Tonight my moon is regal. Her light has dominion over the earth. — Don Crawford

Bright but dark. Familiar but strange. Near but so far. The moon lights up the night and displays our lives under the stark bright light of universal illumination. That moon: judging us, soothing us, intriguing us, haunting us, night after night. If I reach, I think I can touch it. — Sandra Allison

Prayers for the Ghost City by David Wilk Sentient beings depart earth in the grey dawn, homeless doves seek shelter. The moon shudders, a dark balloon in space. What is left behind cannot be saved. We are passengers on a lost journey to a new home. What remains behind cannot be forgotten. Long lost songs in the dirt filled air. Say your prayers for the ghosts and elders. https://tinyletter.com/DavidWilk/archive