By Stephen Toft

a cello left

in the school gym…

winter dusk

Stephen Toft

By Krzysztof Kokot

old post office —

I still haven't sent a letter

to you


Krzysztof Kokot

By Mirela Brăilean

empty shell —

the truth

which I still hide

Mirela Brăilean

By Kelly Sauvage

southern heat the bristle of a gentleman’s whiskers

Kelly Sauvage

By Christopher Peys

stress fracture —

this paper spine breaks

as our favorite story unfolds
 

Christopher Peys

By Michael Morell

mudroom

remnants of the road

remnants of me


Michael Morell

By Maria Teresa Sisti

autumn moon —

silent another summer

walks away
 

Maria Teresa Sisti

By Zahra Mughis

heat island

kids next door

plant a tree

Zahra Mughis

By Claire Ninham

5 am rain

pigeons tap-dancing

on the tiles

Claire Ninham

By Stephen Toft

dancing leaves—

a misprint

in the ballet score

Stephen Toft

By Mirela Brăilean

the same story with a prince on a white horse...

Mirela Brăilean

By Michael Morell

vaccines the new arms race

Michael Morell

By Mircea Moldovan

a worm between me and the rest

Mircea Moldovan

By Claire Ninham

housebound the mountain stairs

Claire Ninham

By Kelly Sauvage

becoming . . .  vinegar on the collard greens
 

Kelly Sauvage

By Helen Ogden

mindfulness …

seeking the forest

… in the trees

Helen Ogden

By Agus Maulana Sunjaya

a murder of crows

in the bare branch

just before the dusk

answering my question

with questions

Agus Maulana Sunjaya

By Cynthia Anderson

improvising

the birds I can’t see

for the trees


Cynthia Anderson