By Wilda Morris

from the brush

a rabbit with a torn ear

evening chill

Wilda Morris

translucent windows

of an old house

cicada skin

Wilda Morris

By Tony Williams

cutting his own hair

the boy

still in my son

Tony Williams

desire path

the scent of something

that isn’t here


Tony Williams

quieter

the path

between the trees


Tony Williams

By John Hawkhead

late arrival

mum joins the family

grave

John Hawkhead

schoolyard teams

the last one picked

the first to die

John Hawkhead

By JL Huffman

my hip her heart

alternating illnesses

staying alive

JL Huffman

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

eggs fried

crisp around the edges …

learning to say no

Joseph P. Wechselberger

tasting the moon—

the way your eyes look

looking at me

Joseph P. Wechselberger

a phone number written

inside an old matchbook …

yard sale sport coat

Joseph P. Wechselberger

the smell of fresh-baked pie

a game of checkers

on the front porch

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Jovana Dragojlovic

leaving a job

fern on the desk

misses me

Jovana Dragojlovic

By Jerome Berglund

crushed sun hat

mosaics

form a point

Jerome Berglund

down the aisle

bird sanctuary

 

Jerome Berglund

By Jharna Sanyal

       red truck

  driving away

my midlife crisis

Jharna Sanyal

birds at dusk ...

so much to say

to each other

Jharna Sanyal

By Jennifer Gurney

limitless—

a toddler's

whys

Jennifer Gurney

souvenir

of a springtime hike—

muddy boots

Jennifer Gurney

breathing life

into winter...

spring

Jennifer Gurney

By John J. Dunphy

solar eclipse

from the woods

sound of crickets

John J. Dunphy

church fire

its steeple bell rung by

fire hose water

John J. Dunphy

By Kelly Moyer

Leave a Trace

by Kelly Moyer

 

 

The New Neighbor

by Kelly Moyer

  

 

 

 

 

 

                           The Rendezvous

                               by Kelly Moyer

By J. D. Nelson

the earth is still in

eight billion little pieces

after the eclipse

J. D. Nelson

crows in the windy matrix the half day moon just is


J. D. Nelson

I tell the houseplants

that it’s a little hazy

second week of spring


J. D. Nelson

on the night bus disorienting window reflections

J. D. Nelson

orange spring sunset

a snack of four clementines

on the bus ride home


J. D. Nelson

By Arvinder Kaur

dabbing

on my charcoal drawing

something of you

in each contour

Arvinder Kaur

cold moon

one more silhouette

mingles into fog

Arvinder Kaur

leaves drop

each one goes down

with a dance

Arvinder Kaur

By D. V. Rozic

In the Pasture

I was in my mother's arms, the raindrops pounding on our black umbrella, just above my head. Her left arm around me, holding the umbrella as well. In her right hand she held a rope tied to the head of our cow.

on the rope

connecting us with the cow

rainbow raindrops

D. V. Rozic