By Daniel Birnbaum

summer sunset

eight crows

why did I count them

Daniel Birnbaum

By Andrew Markowski

springtime—

ripples of reflected sky

in every puddle

Andrew Markowski

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afternoon lull

the distant squeal

of worn-out tires

Andrew Markowski

By Timothy Daly

seaside salty thoughts about childhood

Timothy Daly

By James Penha

smashed antique

yet another shard

finds my foot

James Penha

By Zdenka Mlinar

angry july

destroys everything alive

an inanimate

prayer for

gracious August

Zdenka Mlinar

ljutiti srpanj

ruši sve živo

i neživo 

molitva za

milostivi kolovoz

Zdenka Mlinar