screeching hawk
the
stillness
of prayer flags
Tom Bierovic
long ago
a deserted forest
became my first lover
what other rooms
could you find within
your darkest abode
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
shadows dancing
goldenrod under the weight
of a chickadee
Susan Bonk Plumridge
are rubies
simply fragments
of forgotten dreams
it is possible
that we once lived
as the dust between sand
Tiffany
Shaw-Diaz
The taste of sloe gin
underneath the blackthorn boughs—
a
blossom-veiled moon.
Pippa Phillips
Poppy Seeds
swearing
right hands raised ...
lone veteran salutes
packing bags
called again
peace and war
silently
walking
arlington cemetery
— old rose garden
B.A. France
used-book store
its dusty true-crime section
covered with fingerprints
John J. Dunphy
I sense
the coin is cursed
(evil witch)
so I pick it up to pocket
being a believer in fairy tales
Roberta Beach Jacobson