crescent
moon
the thin edge of hope
on which I hang
Jackie Chou
long ago
a deserted forest
became my first lover
what other rooms
could you find within
your darkest abode
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
shadows dancing
goldenrod under the weight
of a chickadee
Susan Bonk Plumridge
are rubies
simply fragments
of forgotten dreams
it is possible
that we once lived
as the dust between sand
Tiffany
Shaw-Diaz