By Steve Van Allen

birds fly a pathless path

with no contrail

Steve Van Allen

By Ruth Holzer

only after

you switch the light off

in the hall

and the last plane of the night

descends, can I fall asleep

Ruth Holzer

windstorm

reading a letter

not meant for me


Ruth Holzer

By David He

first kiss

the dark mystery

of a new moon

David He

By Pitt Büerken

trial

the judge drops

the gavel


Pitt Büerken

By Kelly Moyer

shipwrecked

a gale

of free-floating grace

Kelly Moyer

 

pearls the loneliest bird tethers to the nest

Kelly Moyer

wishing well

a stone

for every sorrow

Kelly Moyer

By Timothy Daly

early morning

the storm

under my skull

Timothy Daly

yoga class

trying to balance

commitments

Timothy Daly

the fallen pine

needles stab me

nostalgia

Timothy Daly

By John Pappas

funeral lilies

the young father learns

to french braid

John Pappas

between

that and this

winter rain

John Pappas

flood watch

she tells me again

it is what it is

John Pappas

white asters stay and wild a while

John Pappas

root rot

another far-off war

on television

John Pappas

By Robert Witmer

frogspawn

black holes

in a rippled universe

Robert Witmer

tricycle tracks

all the branches

of the human tree

Robert Witmer

crime novel

an old parking ticket

marks the page

Robert Witmer

By Brad Bennett

still

in slippers

spring morning

Brad Bennett

 

sunlight

through the skylight

by way of the moon

Brad Bennett

bird tracks

the call

of a snowplow

Brad Bennett

By John J. Dunphy

smelling of hand lotion the braille book

John J. Dunphy

By Diane Webster

through fog

the honk of geese

emerges

Diane Webster