In the Moment

Maia Kohlmann

Take me back to the light, Back to the endless, warmth of horizons.

Away from the blur of deception, Sinking, holding me down.

Away from the deafening silence of melancholy.

Striving for, The freedom of rising up and flying, Release.

The Sailboat

What is a Poem?

Rena Yamamoto words, in series a formula of feeling every syllable a song combinations of creations a moment of life black and white and on paper like a foggy mirror poems reflect shadows of a world but a shape drawn on the surface reveals the real form of its viewer who almost stays obstructed.

The Whale

Ignition

Misha Kleytman

I write about not knowing what to write And then, BOOM!

An explosion, the roots of a special something, an intriguing spice The gaseous formless form of creation, Ignited by the spark of an idea.

It’s deafening, only a ringing in my head, Ahhhhhhhhhh, slowly turning into tangible mumbles. Might as well write them down.

Underwater Girl Boss