warm cigar ash silent conversation
B.A. France
used-book store
its dusty true-crime section
covered with fingerprints
John J. Dunphy
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