forest trail
an elk’s antlers
point the way
Neena Singh
garden swing…
a lingering day
on cloud nine Neena Singh
the lives we endure swirling tea leaves Mona Bedi
how slowly the night descends lullaby moon Mona Bedi
spring equinox the time it takes to fall out of love
Mona Bedi
in the red
nowhere to turn
from a zero balance
Joanna Ashwell
the lost years
tightly packed away
out of sight
in case I crumble
beneath the sorrow
no longer fitting
into my hometown
I wander around
unpacking the edges
of loneliness
