bruises
the color of amethyst —
he says he loves me
Theresa A. Cancro
a dirt canal
where the river
used to run
how long
did you think
I’d wait for you
Susan Burch
family Bible
the names my dad entered
and those he did not
Maya Daneva
the moon glows
I look closely
it is crying
Madeleine Vinluan
inner city Fourth
firecrackers
then gunshots
John J. Dunphy
Land of the Rising Sun yellow iris tinged by dawn
Douglas J. Lanzo
women’s day
she chooses to yell
not whimper
Priti Khullar
laughter… her imaginary friend tells his best joke
Deborah Karl-Brandt
a few wisps
lightly drawn overbaldness
Mike Gallagher
a life —notes scrawled in handwriting you no longer understand
Sarah Davies
a tree within a seed within a tree ... forest within
Amrutha Prabhu