what’s on your mind
the empty page asks
I’m waiting
for the beauty
of
your non-truth
Sharon
Ferrante
what’s on your mind
the empty page asks
I’m waiting
for the beauty
of
your non-truth
Sharon
Ferrante
just to be
free of all the burden
a bird flying
beyond the sky
into
a timeless state
Sreenath
freshly cut grass
scent of the old ways
sickle
in hand
Stephen Jarrell Williams
Ceiling fan—
all the café’s conversations
cut
to pieces
M. R. Pelletier
*
Heatwave—
there’s more talk
of
planting trees
M. R. Pelletier