I
thunder
down the dirt road
he chases dust
from the
wrong car
for one more kiss
Pris Campbell
I
thunder
down the dirt road
he chases dust
from the
wrong car
for one more kiss
Pris Campbell
jasmine moon –
the pond reflecting me
inside
your arms
Steliana Cristina Voicu
waiting alone
in this cheap motel room
all night long
the vacancy sign
blinks
on, blinks off ...
Chen-ou Liu
Spirits entangled
in the cobwebs of tortured
memories – my
past
Lorraine Caputo
*
A
thousand shards of
Art Deco lamp glass scattered
across
the dusk sky
Lorraine Caputo
as
if a satellite
could replace a full moon . . .
machine-gun
dreams
Alfred Booth
*
what
does
a machine know of awe?
the Milky Way
Alfred Booth
temple fog—
nothing but emptiness
in
the zen garden
Andrew Markowski
*
on crowded sidewalks
just enough rain
for
umbrellas to bloom
Andrew Markowski
speed dating
the changing colors
of
her mood ring
Joseph P. Wechselberger
*
a lawn full of dandelions
going to seed
foreclosure
Joseph P. Wechselberger