I watch a candle
warm itself
on my wall
I want that passion
in
the yellow haze
Sharon Ferrante
I always
tell the truth—
it was me
who threw Jupiter
her
little moons
Sharon Ferrante
I wonder
if I leave my cloak
in your cold forest
will it take away
your
shiver?
Sharon Ferrante
white dove
a token totem
for
non-existent peace
Sankara Jayanth
perennials
not without goodbyes
Sankara Jayanth
flu season . . .
the hypochondriac
senses demise
in a single sneeze
that
could wake the dead
Susan Yavaniski
a big smile. . .
hiding the wrinkles
in
my confidence
Susan Yavaniski
ear doctor
surely the whole office hears
my
diagnosis
Susan Yavaniski
claiming
the American dream an American gun
Susan Yavaniski
dancing on rooftops
new declaration
end
of all wars
Stephen Jarrell Williams
watercolor
of purple and blue
moon
rising
Shasta Hatter
fog
in distant trees...
funeral
rites
Shasta Hatter
bitter wind
lost voices
of
loved ones
Stephanie Zepherelli
carving wood
i remember dad’s hands
covered
in dust
Stephanie Zepherelli
butterfly wings
perfectly balanced
spring
equinox
Stephanie Zepherelli
barren landscape
one flower blooming
is enough
Stephanie
Zepherelli
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