pair...
most often
we use for shoes
Kamrun Nahar
one way out
the train
I didn’t take
Ken Slaughter
Radetzky March — old gentleman suddenly
opens his eyes
Krzysztof Kokot
blue-eyed grass labels don't define me
Anette Chaney
ocean breeze—
the taste of salt
on your lips
Lafcadio
Late afternoon sun
casts elongated shadows—
burnt brown grass
R. Gerry Fabian
month
of shame
without occurrence
Refika Dedić
unwinding the hose summer garden
Jenn Ryan-Jauregui
wishing well . . .
peering into the depths
of myself
Barrie Levine
lullaby--
the girl singing softly
to herself
the air in my lungs a storm
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
