Familiar HandsBy Oli Ray
Time’s hands are surprisingly familiar for all the change they bring. Their grasp is a feeling we all know and yet always seem to forget until they put us a down.
What time Is It?By Patrick Barry
“Within the surface of the fleeting river the wrinkled image of the city lay.” I stopped and observed this for some time deep in thought about how much I wanted a gas-powered sweater. Sadly, being a stand up comedian, I had little or no money.
MasqueradeBy Rachel Franklin
I. Blue chamber
Take my hand, feel for flesh
beneath the glove, the mask
Catch the notes slipping through
the air (your fingers)
Dance until we die and await the
We will come alive again
time like falling snowBy Skylar Pappenfort
Memories, oh memories those fine grains of sand
Escape between your fingers to the beating of the band
Murmuring in harmony upon a demure heart
Oh what a lovely pas de deux in which we find our part
Rows of fleeting smiles and a million bluebird skies
Story of the StoneBy Blaire Ginsburg
Just hairline cracks,
Fine lines on a
Creeping across a
A sound, but
Marking - scarring
- All the same.
See here, where
MAP TestingBy Stephanie Kontopanos
“Take all the time you need,”
But now I’d much rather be in bed,
Because I’m 76 today.
My life is beginning to fade away.
“Take all the time you need,”
I hope you’re happy.
Now I’m dead.
Jasmine PeopleBy Emma Olinger
On a Friday in the middle of January at about 12:30 in the afternoon, a little less than 10 people occupy the Chinese Cuisine. Among the nail salon, the boutique, and the FedEx office, it waits for customers.
Mother TimeBy Anonymous
Between her slender fingers she pivots the earth
Amused by how the blues and greens twirl
We let the motion power us
Letting it rock us and push us, haunt us and slow us.
Our lives are dictated by her constant motion.
A motion beautifully blind to us.
Time’s BeautyBy Willow Vaughn
Time is a girl with curly hair that bounces with every step and twirl she takes
She talks with her hands but never fails to find the right word to say
She can be by your side one second and gone the next
Getting lost in the crowd is fun to her
Lover of TimeBy Willow Vaughn
I seduced Time
I brought her thorny flowers, held her worn hands and kissed her softly
I caressed her flushed cheeks and played with her hair, long like a timeline
I ran my hands along her battle-won scars and her strong but delicate body
The Girl and The Timeless WoodBy Renee Born
In a far distant and long forgotten land, there stands a great forest. An ancient power is said to live within, fed into the earth through deep and powerful roots. The vastness of the strange forest covers a mountain from its base to its peak, brushing the clouds.
Little TimeBy Renee Born
The night was warm and a blue haired girl sat alone at a bar. She was at one end, trying to catch a glimpse of a woman sitting opposite, a woman with long dark hair and caramel skin. Robyn knew her from somewhere, she was sure of it.
A Living AnachronismBy Amanda Pendley
As the years go by and we outgrow our old faces and our old skin and our old identities,
I wonder to myself if we are really becoming new people at all,
or if we are simply just accumulating more years and more selves
disillusioned revolutionsBy Hailey Alexander
The clock glares at me,
with the steady
of her hands –
Where will you be
In an hour,
In a day,
In a year?
HourglassBy Elizabeth Joseph
I break down in the supermarket grocery aisles
because I only have five minutes to make the choice
between a variety of granola bars.