Stella

Stella longs for the unseen soul who one day will meander into her home to touch (perhaps envy) each of her precisely placed gatherings.

Thank you, dear God, above, for the patience it

has taken to assemble and position these

precious things.

Yet she feels clumsy. Sees herself as a whale in a thimble’s sea of mire.

Then comes the moment when that perfect stranger appears as her savior, but Stella is not here to celebrate the gentle man with sapphires where his blue eyes should be, pale cream velvet fingertips to tally all her particulars, then bind her estate.

From Guest Contributor The Poet Spiel

The Diver

The diver stood before us holding a thimble too small to fit on the pinkie of either hand. The thimble was filled with water, much less than what could swish around a small mouth after brushing.

“I will dive into this,” he announced, to our astonishment. He then climbed a ladder that went up into the clouds.

He was so tiny we could not see him. If we had looked away at any point, we would have never believed him to even be there.

Seconds later, the water in the thimble moved.

We looked down to see him inside, smiling.

From Guest Contributor Ran Walker

Ran is the author of 25 books. He teaches creative writing at Hampton University in Virginia. He can be reached via his website, www.ranwalker.com.