By Maria Concetta Conti

her tired face

how many leaves

on the ground

Maria Concetta Conti

By Bonnie J Scherer

paper thin

our penpal friendship

over the years

Bonnie J Scherer

*

crushing grapes —

the stain

of my sin

Bonnie J Scherer

By John Hawkhead

winter funeral

our plumes of breath

drawing veils

John Hawkhead

By Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

2 am

a toddler's fixated gaze

unsmiling

Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

By Xiaoou Chen

solar eclipse

splashing black ink

up to the sky

Xiaoou Chen

*

 

inundation

floating markets

in downtown

Xiaoou Chen

By Lafcadio

early morning—

she wakes to the sound

of splintering glass

Lafcadio

*

 

resurrecting

buried memories

the past

won't stay hidden even

if the grave is deep

Lafcadio

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

in the ash bucket sprinkles of spider

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Jerome Berglund

dissecting

the revenant

thunderstorms

Jerome Berglund

*

 

angry baby’s

apparition intermittent

lightning flashes

Jerome Berglund

By JL Huffman

gourd’s garish grin

macabre ceiling display

guest-room night light

JL Huffman

By petro c. k.

blood moon

swirling in the glass

a nice chianti

petro c. k.

*

echoing inside . . .

first clump of dirt

hitting the coffin

petro c. k.

By Eavonka Ettinger

oleanders sway

in the cold winds

a deadly tea

Eavonka Ettinger