Flowers & Vortexes, Creative Magazine

 Flowers & Vortexes Online A Creative Magazine Relaunch Issue I ISSN: 1932-8753 John Grey   Sailing Home At twilight, by the shoals, light rain, the kiss of heaven, the dark sea of clockwork, horizon, a bobbing orange line, our boat catches the freshened breeze, tiptoes home on foam. Some stars where clouds no longer drip, a lapping at the sides, a liquid whisper, your face, sepulcher-white,  but as alive as new birth, my hands turning sails, playing string music with the air. This is one journey of many, seeping with myriad images, some sharp, others indifferent  to their own shape, toward shore or away from it, with company  or setting my heart’s compass  to your magnetic absence. Home, where the sea and sky  blend as one, home, where we last left ourselves, up the hill, dry, well-lit, and warm. Connections: Mary Bongat-Libby Elemental Is her way, a sway  so fluid, so mesmerizing.  So scrutinizing: her gaze as a raven’s eyes channeling from crystalline skies.  Silently she sings