reaped harvest —
my teenager says hello
to
the homeless woman
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the
childhood I wish I had dandelion puff
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wild fig tree
bent seaward —
how I long
once more
to
long
Kelly Sargent
Saturday, April 20, 2024
By Rita Melissano
this solitude…
a cloud cloaking my days
with ease
the silence no word
wants
to escape
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sitting
on a slice of moon
she smiles
without feeling the sharp
edge
of the dark side
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writing
on the mind’s walls
all is lost
the red ink of a heart lasts
forever
like a swan feather
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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 Kristen Lindquist
first
vulture . . .
imagining the past lives
of this old
pine
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sun halo
the
overlapping orbits
of vultures in flight
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lazy creek . . .
the morning air hazy
with
willow fluff
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