By Chen-ou Liu

old immigrant

how many Pacific waves

lap at my feet

Chen-ou Liu

By Barrie Levine

mom’s fine china

the gold rim

of an eclipse

Barrie Levine

By Manoj Sharma

wildfire . . .

the madness

of gusty winds

Manoj Sharma

By Joanna Ashwell

I slowly stir

amongst ancient runes

where trees sing

their branches like harps

stringing sunbeams

Joanna Ashwell

By Veronika Zora Novak

note by note . . .

a violin gathers

the last star

Veronika Zora Novak

By Robert Moyer

video call

the way you become

a landscape

Robert Moyer

By Pat Davis

kindergarten

that time before

mirrors

Pat Davis

By Scott Wiggerman

blue spruce not blue but spruce

Scott Wiggerman

By Florin C. Ciobica

a snowplow rumbling through my nightmare

Florin C. Ciobica

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

something fishy on my plate

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Arvinder Kaur

getting(make) over

Arvinder Kaur