today
unlike yesterday
the
right kind of snow
Mark Gilbert
falling snow
a void impossible
to
fill
Alvin B. Cruz
*
folded blanket
a sky
full
of dreams
Alvin B. Cruz
*
mother's
quilt
i follow the thread
of
her story
Alvin B. Cruz
abandoned
mall a mannequin wears layers of dust
Andrew Markowski
*
a child scribbles
on the wall
drawing
attention
Andrew Markowski
*
quiet
coffee shop— the barista drops a dollar into the tip jar
Andrew Markowski
too many nights
dad visited my bed
and told me not to tell —
too many mornings
before I realized
mom already knew
Susan Burch