a soft impulse
echoes from the past—
mountain breeze
Neena Singh
I sense
the coin is cursed
(evil witch)
so I pick it up to pocket
being a believer in fairy tales
Roberta Beach Jacobson
homeless encampment
returning children share
their trick or treat candy
John J. Dunphy
lockdown...
but you never said
i couldn’t
travel the world
within my mind
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
bird returns
as dusk gently falls
twinkle stars
in reeling silence
deepen her loneliness
Pravat Kumar Padhy
sometimes
the only thing
i know to be true
is that the sun has risen
somewhere
brightly in our sky
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
eating dinner
crosslegged by the screen door
listening to crickets
Susan Bonk Plumridge