old friends
old gossip
I
return younger
Priti Khullar
trailside
daisies
my fingers itch
to pick them
Susan Lee Roberts
*
gnarled
branches
battling to be seen—
family tree
Susan
Lee Roberts
Fruit from a fruit stand.
Green mango on the windowsill
Ripens
perfectly.
Deby Cedars
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