lone
chrysanthemum
floating in the winter fog
your red nose so
bright
Curt Linderman
*
hedge trimmed
he rests upon
his
laurels
Curt Linderman
lone
chrysanthemum
floating in the winter fog
your red nose so
bright
Curt Linderman
*
hedge trimmed
he rests upon
his
laurels
Curt Linderman
hot pants
the frayed borders
of
the past
Mark Gilbert
*
wondering
what has gone wrong robinsong
Mark
Gilbert
Along aisles of tales,
she was raised by the women:
real
and fictional
Regina Florene Tan
intoxicating
giddy
fragrance
of mock orange
brings thoughts of springtime
to
my still cold heart
Pat Geyer