after our quarrel
the dog chooses
his side
—Neena Singh
window view—
the morning moon climbs
the honeysuckle
—Neena Singh
red trumpet lilies...
the neighbor’s garden
mirrors ours
—Neena Singh
granny’s hand—
the tree trunk too
life-lined
—Neena Singh
before
she enters the scent of lavender
Neena Singh
early
winter a small gloved hand in mine
Neena Singh
football field—
a sparrow holds
the
goal post
Neena Singh
insomnia
stray dogs bark
all
night
Neena Singh
margosa shade
the corn seller
fans
her coal
Neena Singh
Announcing the Touchstone Award nominations from CMJ:
traffic slows
I move the dead rabbit
to
safety
Tom Clausen
if peace
were a sound
snow
angels
C.X. Turner
my inner bear
begins to hibernate
cold
moon
Alfred Booth
a leafless tree
raises arms to the sky
praying
for peace
Neena Singh
grunting
I try not to be an animal
but
I am
Tony Williams
it
could be winter or it could be worse
Robert Epstein
periodic table
the stars that flow
through
us
Eugeniusz Zacharski
power outage
learning the shapes
of
familiar things
Helen Ogden
his first recital
a round of applause
for
all the pink
Barrie Levine
claiming
the American dream an American gun
Susan Yavaniski
windstorm
reading a letter
not
meant for me
Ruth Holzer
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