outside table...
the seagull waits
for crumbs
Thomas Landgraf
winter afternoon...
the homeless woman
paints a cathedral
you & I talk, don’t
talk, secrets held like fire in
our hands, burning to
our souls, red-hot scars searing
deep into our memories
Lorraine Caputo
frost prints
the slow progress
of a hound
Joanna Ashwell
faded dried roses
she was so cheerful
when she was alive
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
