deserted streets –
birdsong fills
the
silence
Tomislav Maretić
shitty
day
she holds herself
to the drinking straw
Pitt
Büerken
really
that can’t be
true
indeed
what’s to be seen
seems incredible
Pitt
Büerken
winds pick up at sunset
sign of a coming front
wet
whispers of rain
Steve Van Allen
Exodus of toads,
Crossing my path,
I
part my feet
Anthony Ward
Leave
me be said the tree rather quite deciduously
Anthony Ward
deserted temple
a stone Buddha drowns
in
the moonlight
David He
dim moonlight...
the rain ripples
in
a beggar's bowl
David He