By Rp Verlaine

the ashtray tells me

how many cigarettes

I’ve had since quitting

Rp Verlaine

By Peter Jastermsky

a safe for nightkeeping the rubric of tears

 

Peter Jastermsky

By Vasile Moldovan

under the ice moon

a new crime committed

with cold blood

Vasile Moldovan

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

each star the sound of rain in my bones

 

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

whiteboard

two languages 

intersect

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Nisha Raviprasad

empty park

only the wind

on the swing

Nisha Raviprasad

By Florin C. Ciobica

blizzard

caught in a vortex

of memories with dad

Florin C. Ciobica

By Corey D. Cook

guests still

hours away

bread rises

Corey D. Cook

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

river bank

still one bridge

to cross

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Peter Jastermsky

incantation the edge where days begin

Peter Jastermsky

By Nisha Raviprasad

road trip -

the rain tags along

Nisha Raviprasad

By Angiola Inglese

the moon

in the rain

winter sky

 

Angiola Inglese

By Corey D. Cook

waves reach out

then pull away

unable to commit

Corey D. Cook

By Florin C. Ciobica

refugee train

breath covering 

the cold moon

Florin C. Ciobica

By Mirela Brăilean

cold moon

the hot nightlife

of the city

 

Mirela Brăilean

By B.A. France

double time ...

a squirrel skitters 

across the pickets

B.A. France

By Mirela Brăilean

winter Galaxy

mother asking

my name again

Mirela Brăilean

By Silk~

morning fog smoothing the rough edges of our city

Silk~