By Joseph P. Wechselberger

dad’s wake

greeting people

I’ll never know

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Tohm Bakelas

10/21/2009

steve richmond, sober,

dying alone in hospice —

no more gagaku

Tohm Bakelas

By Hassane Zemmouri

my nephew with his baby bottle

midnight cartoons

Hassane Zemmouri

By Cecil Morris

After Her Death

My new lover grief

eats chips naked in my bed

and will not leave me

even when I offer her

a summer house at the beach.

Cecil Morris

By Jovana Dragojlovic

local winds blow —

fanning the fire

through my veins

Jovana Dragojlovic

By C.X. Turner

rainbow dawn

just when the horizon

looks bleak

C.X. Turner

By Maya Daneva

sharing the silence

while praying for mom’s soul

this warm breeze

Maya Daneva

By Mark Forrester

one busker’s nod

to another

moonless night

Mark Forrester

By Michelle V. Alkerton

double vision

increasing

my worldview

Michelle V. Alkerton

By Monica Kakkar

heartbeats in first bloom—

her polka dot bikini

scarlet ladybird

Monica Kakkar

By Mike Fainzilber

at the end of the earth

where the sun goes to die

a souvenir stand…

Mike Fainzilber