autumn leaf
pressed between pages
my thoughts
Minal Sarosh
Shooter
moon
The solitude assails me
at twilight
Maria
Cristina Pulvirenti
old cinema —
flowering cherry
hide its cracks
Daniela
Lăcrămioara Capotă
a little snail
does it know
its
destination?
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
one two . . . thirty-three
toads in the woods emerge
in the
dusk
Susan Bonk Plumridge