post covid
he returns to work
coughing
Tuyet Van Do
funeral march—
incense
fills
the street
Daipayan
Nair
*
morning glory—
she smiles until
she
doesn't
Daipayan Nair
cool breeze
on this autumn night
I listen
to the warm whispers
of
a love story
David He
*
the fresh smell
of newspaper...
my parents
sip their coffee
without
any words
David He
lingering
a trace of moon
in
my glass
Joanna Ashwell
*
tranquillity
breath held
in forest stars
Joanna
Ashwell
*
between seasons
words becoming
hoverflies
Joanna Ashwell
tell
me how you see the world ink blot queries
Jerome Berglund
*
doodlebugging
soldier of fortune
Jerome Berglund
sundown
bat flying zig-zags
eating
mosquitoes
Stephen Jarrell Williams
*
desert nomad
night dancing under the moon
humming old songs
Stephen Jarrell Williams
silkworms
in mulberry tree .
. .
threads
for kimono
Roberta Beach Jacobson
Split like a dagger.
Nature and clouds draw our eyes.
From
past to present.
Susanna Gilbert
Photo c. Susanna Gilbert