Space

(575)
By Eric Mack

River cracks the Earth,
Seven syllables this line,
The bridge to Haiku.


North
by Gary Feuerman

I like the volcanoes

on the Mesa

near where my house is

invisible from space

There’s a tributary of the Rio

that runs from the mountains

still covered in snow

like healing powder

sprinkled to cool the pain

My body

on looking into the valley

wants first to run west

into the flatness

of desert

but below the skin

my soul dreams north

space

by Robin Powlesland

the space between teeth

changes

throughout the day

and it’s hard to know

what I make

and what is real

where do we go from here

too the mistake

voiced and distinguished

I brought my tarot cards

to tell the future

but no one wants to hear it

the voices have been

told and loud

I have very much liked

yesterday

and the day before

but today and tomorrow

are like my tooth

missing and what’s left

is a little swollen

empty

where do we go from here

but wave our magic

wands and hands

purses and matchsticks

work our way through

all the stuff

just so much stuff

Rift

by Charles Clayton

700 miles

Colorado to Chihuahua

“New Mexico” gets wider:

one mile every million years

Fault block mountains rise

valley basement drops

buried seashells exposed

glaciers come and go

rain wind rivers snow

tear everything to pieces

grains of sand

carried to the Gulf

Magma probes the crust

earth skin pulled taut and thin

volcanoes burst through

low spots fill with molten lava

become high spots

basalt mesa rimrock

cinder cones shields

back to black dust

blowing in spring winds

River follows rift

no valley of its own

no branching watershed

long lonely line of life

carving out canyons

digging deeper

straight south to El Paso

and suddenly

east

and

out

leave the rift behind.