winds of war —
in front of the moon
wisp of smoke Angiola Inglese
lockdown —
me
and my shadow
Corey D. Cook
deserted cottage...
those days I wasn't afraid
to dream
Samo Kreutz
fading with sunset line of refugees blends into next day
Douglas J. Lanzo
city morning bustle a pigeon’s bright red toes
Hemapriya Chellappan
pair...
most often
we use for shoes
Kamrun Nahar
one way out
the train
I didn’t take
Ken Slaughter
Radetzky March — old gentleman suddenly
opens his eyes
Krzysztof Kokot
blue-eyed grass labels don't define me
Anette Chaney
ocean breeze—
the taste of salt
on your lips
Lafcadio
Late afternoon sun
casts elongated shadows—
burnt brown grass
R. Gerry Fabian
month
of shame
without occurrence
Refika Dedić
unwinding the hose summer garden
Jenn Ryan-Jauregui
wishing well . . .
peering into the depths
of myself
Barrie Levine
lullaby--
the girl singing softly
to herself
the air in my lungs a storm
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
cuckoo
in the sparrows’ nest
her ginger hair
Bisshie
falling from the branches
a second time
spring rain
Paula Sears
