By Katie Montagna

open market

truth goes

for the highest price


Katie Montagna

under an old oak tree

the sky

is falling

Katie Montagna

By Rita R. Melissano

that story…

is already written

in the sand

the sky has heard

the water singing it

Rita R. Melissano

in the murmur

of a calm river

the ripples of your voice

Rita R. Melissano

a puzzle piece remembering where to go

Rita R. Melissano

dark circles

the void inside

many moons

Rita R. Melissano

black holes...

pulled into forever

on a bed of dead stars

Rita R. Melissano

By Robert Epstein

pre-autumn breeze

she brushes her hair

to take out the trash

Robert Epstein

By Robert Witmer

dad’s chair

the worn cushion

beneath the cat

Robert Witmer

white nights

the ghost by the fire

asleep

Robert Witmer

babushka

memories wrapped in cabbage

baba's twinkling eyes

Robert Witmer

By Ram Chandran

day moon —

today

with yesterday's dream

Ram Chandran

By Richard Bailly

climbing

to reach her soul

ivy

Richard Bailly

riding

a tricycle—

again

Richard Bailly

By Ron Scully

sand dollar

saved for a rainy day

week's vacation

Ron Scully

By Ravi Kiran

candied bacon

the ice cream flavours

she loved

Ravi Kiran

on a leaf

still holding on

first snow

Ravi Kiran

dry riverbed

it’s time to become

strangers again

Ravi Kiran

By Kelly Sargent

a new sprig

on the horizon

baby’s breath

Kelly Sargent

questioning why no more shooting stars

Kelly Sargent

double consonants recalling the little things

Kelly Sargent

pistachio shells

under the couch cushions

self-help workbook

Kelly Sargent

By Pippa Phillips

an S shape in the window of her content

Pippa Phillips

cold morning

the curl of a cat’s tail

around my wrist

Pippa Phillips

unable

to be myself

autumn leaf

Pippa Phillips

snail shell

the curl of a day

into itself

Pippa Phillips

By Federico C. Peralta

border check—

   monarch overtakes

      a long queue

Federico C. Peralta