By Cynthia Anderson

paper and pencil

I leave a trail of breadcrumbs

for the afterlife

Cynthia Anderson

By Robert Moyer

jazz club dancer

squeezed into her dress

my dreams


Robert Moyer

By Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

Winter day

Rainbow falls

on my quiet


Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

By Keith Evetts

over and over

the song

the silence

Keith Evetts

By Helen Ogden

tattered at the toe

the stocking I hung

as a child

Helen Ogden

By Maya Daneva

dusk

the shadows of the nutcrackers

at the Christmas market

Maya Daneva

By Richard Bailly

monarch butterfly

delivering a message

from the great unknown

Richard Bailly

By Chen-ou Liu

old immigrant

how many Pacific waves

lap at my feet

Chen-ou Liu

By Barrie Levine

mom’s fine china

the gold rim

of an eclipse

Barrie Levine

By Manoj Sharma

wildfire . . .

the madness

of gusty winds

Manoj Sharma

By Joanna Ashwell

I slowly stir

amongst ancient runes

where trees sing

their branches like harps

stringing sunbeams

Joanna Ashwell

By Veronika Zora Novak

note by note . . .

a violin gathers

the last star

Veronika Zora Novak

By Robert Moyer

video call

the way you become

a landscape

Robert Moyer

By Pat Davis

kindergarten

that time before

mirrors

Pat Davis

By Scott Wiggerman

blue spruce not blue but spruce

Scott Wiggerman

By Florin C. Ciobica

a snowplow rumbling through my nightmare

Florin C. Ciobica

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

something fishy on my plate

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Arvinder Kaur

getting(make) over

Arvinder Kaur