By Amoolya Kamalnath

grey skies

and yet,

a new road

Amoolya Kamalnath

By Mircea Moldovan

I'm a sack of rusty bones, sweet moon

Mircea Moldovan

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games

between mature people

harvest moon

Mircea Moldovan

By Kerry J Heckman

wet cobblestone street

the open sign

blinks on and off

Kerry J Heckman

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

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angry baby’s

apparition intermittent

lightning flashes

Jerome Berglund