that story…
is already written
in the sand
the sky has heard
the
water singing it
Rita R. Melissano
in the murmur
of a calm river
the
ripples of your voice
Rita R. Melissano
a
puzzle piece remembering where to go
Rita R. Melissano
dark circles
the void inside
many
moons
Rita R. Melissano
black holes...
pulled into forever
on
a bed of dead stars
Rita R. Melissano
dad’s chair
the worn cushion
beneath
the cat
Robert Witmer
white nights
the ghost by the fire
asleep
Robert Witmer
babushka
memories wrapped in cabbage
baba's
twinkling eyes
Robert Witmer
climbing
to reach her soul
ivy
Richard Bailly
riding
a tricycle—
again
Richard Bailly
candied bacon
the ice cream flavours
she
loved
Ravi Kiran
on a leaf
still holding on
first
snow
Ravi Kiran
dry riverbed
it’s time to become
strangers
again
Ravi Kiran