pumpkin soup—
the paper napkins
in orange
Krzysztof Kokot
A
tree shakes in dance
An
undercurrent of steps
And
then a silence
Until
the wind comes again
And
it shiver-shouts anew.
Michael
H. Brownstein
waking to the setting sun
a dream I've dreamed before
how slow unstirred sugar
dissolves
in
tea
Pippa Phillips
longing
for heat
to peel away heavy clothes
the sins
underneath
Patricia Hawkhead