the flutter by
of the butterfly
i
too am changed
Christopher Peys
*
under the sycamore
with a sandwich
and
summer
Christopher Peys
the flutter by
of the butterfly
i
too am changed
Christopher Peys
*
under the sycamore
with a sandwich
and
summer
Christopher Peys
down platform
doors bang open and shut
on
our silence
Mike Gallagher
*
frogspawn
the future of the planet
somehow
surer
Mike Gallagher
*
no space
to be different
rowdy
playground
Mike Gallagher
toad plops
in cat’s water bowl
a
hiss, a slap
Ray Spitzenberger
*
a walker
corrects my wobble
at
eighty-eight
Ray Spitzenberger
childless
and the only child of an only child …
the
brief lives of mayflies
Joseph P. Wechselberger
63
. . .
few words
left to share
Susan Bonk Plumridge
*
63 . . .
deep stretch
in my knees
Susan Bonk Plumridge
*
63 . . .
summer heat
late in August
Susan Bonk Plumridge
not a soul in sight—
my footsteps follow me
on
this wooded path
Rupa Anand
*
neighbourhood park—
on discarded idols
moss
drapes herself
Rupa Anand
harvest
moon
everything they say
is true
Tony Williams
*
summer
shimmer
the wildflower I like
is poisonous
Tony Williams
sun-burned grass all these useless words
John Pappas
*
empty mall
all the mannequins dressed
in darkness
John Pappas
first
petrichor after learning the word petrichor
Saumya Bansal
*
morning drizzle
she pretends
to
speed walk
Saumya Bansal
plum wine
the dopplich flight
of
the bumblebee
Joshua St. Claire
*
passionflower desiring to be clever
Joshua St. Claire
imagine
strawberry fields
when
the war is over
Bisshie
*
next to the tourist
the man in a gabardine suit
sweats
on the B line
Bisshie
sun-dried tomatoes —
she could have taken
more time with me
Robert Epstein
*
Alcatraz
what
hard labor it is
to get over myself
Robert Epstein