poetry
a secret code where tomorrow
Sherry Grant
Shooter
moon
The solitude assails me
at twilight
Maria
Cristina Pulvirenti
old cinema —
flowering cherry
hide its cracks
Daniela
Lăcrămioara Capotă
a little snail
does it know
its
destination?
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
one two . . . thirty-three
toads in the woods emerge
in the
dusk
Susan Bonk Plumridge
morning shower
the warmth of dreams
down
the drain
Anna
Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
is
a lake
the quietest
oh lotus flower
miss you more
love
love and love
Nani Mariani