By John Stevenson

an old cat

I stroke

his bony spine


John Stevenson

the moon

seemingly

alone

John Stevenson

vernal equinox

a chill

in the warmth

John Stevenson

By John Pappas

bare branches

the loneliness of

not knowing

John Pappas

autumn chill

I seed my lawn

with crows

John Pappas

after the storm—

the bright shards of the

broken pot

John Pappas

dark matter

the secrets I keep

from myself

John Pappas

By John Grey

morning drizzle

raindrops waking

on a gray roof

John Grey

calm peaceful village

smoke from beyond the hilltops

where the fighting is

John Grey

railway station on a disused line

one old brown suitcase

unclaimed these thirty years

John Grey