By Kelly Sargent

reaped harvest —

my teenager says hello

to the homeless woman

Kelly Sargent

the childhood I wish I had dandelion puff

Kelly Sargent

wild fig tree

bent seaward —

how I long

once more

to long

Kelly Sargent

By Rita Melissano

this solitude…

a cloud cloaking my days

with ease

the silence no word

wants to escape

Rita Melissano

sitting

on a slice of moon

she smiles

without feeling the sharp

edge of the dark side


Rita Melissano

writing

on the mind’s walls

all is lost

the red ink of a heart lasts

forever like a swan feather

Rita Melissano

endless sky...

where

the sun goes to sleep

Rita Melissano

By Susan Burch

city co-op garden –

not even my own

empire of dirt

Susan Burch

horrible day –

my haiku

grow fangs

Susan Burch

By Katherine E Winnick

wolf moon

a solitary daffodil

waves in the wind

Katherine E Winnick

By Kristen Lindquist

first vulture . . .

imagining the past lives

of this old pine

Kristen Lindquist

sun halo

the overlapping orbits

of vultures in flight

Kristen Lindquist

lazy creek . . .

the morning air hazy

with willow fluff

Kristen Lindquist