spring
scent
if I were a horse
I would gallop
Tony
Williams
a
drip on the roof
yesterday's sunshine sounds
far away
Susan Bonk Plumridge
a raven
silhouetted against the moon
I slip
into the black hole
of
your nightmare
Chen-ou Liu
folded notes
and bobby socks
epitaphs
glimpsed in moon shadows
at
the old stone graveyard
Pris
Campbell