Luciole
       Press


An international publication dedicated to all arts and cultures
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Attention! We have had a name change; Luciole Press formerly brought you La Luciole Magazine. It shall henceforth be known simply as Luciole Press.



La Luciole is French for "The Firefly." This multi-purpose arts publication, with a blog that is updated daily (at
http://blog.luciolepress.com), is an effort to bring light and dark together in the same field. It seeks to cover many subjects, focusing especially on anything related to the arts... while also seeking to cover a diverse array of topics in the fields of news, environment, and opinions.

YOUR opinions matter, and are welcome. Feel free to join in and express your ideas. There are many fireflies in the field, and there is special pleasure in
seeing all of them light up.

                                 


Welcome to our 


                          Spring/Summer Issue                          

   
2009
   

  


                   





My fancies are fireflies, —
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.

the voice of wayside pansies,
that do not attract the careless glance,
murmurs in these desultory lines.

In the drowsy dark caves of the mind
dreams build their nest with fragments
dropped from day's caravan.

Spring scatters the petals of flowers
that are not for the fruits of the future,
but for the moment's whim.

Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber
rushes into numberless leaves,
and dances in the air for a day....


Mind's underground moths
grow filmy wings
and take a farewell flight
in the sunset sky.

The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.

My thoughts, like spark, ride on winged surprises,
carrying a single laughter.
The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow
which yet it never can grasp.

Let my love, like sunlight, surround you
and yet give you illumined freedom.....

I leave no trace of wings in the air,
but I am glad I have had my flight.

The fireflies, twinkling among leaves,
make the stars wonder.

Excerpt from Rabindranath Tagore's Fireflies

 

 

                                             From a smoky mirror
                                             echoes bounce like fire-flies,
                                             burning the air,
                                             catching awareness with
                                             a little sizzle and moan.


                                            Excerpt from Ami Kaye's
                                            "
Of Gardens and Painted Things"
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