always the leader —
his son's name
at the top of the list
on
the war memorial
John J. Dunphy
always the leader —
his son's name
at the top of the list
on
the war memorial
John J. Dunphy
every stem
balancing its blossom
spring equinox
Paula Sears
spring morn
the green hillside
singing
with sheep
Paula Sears
the warm hum
of sleepy
voices —
bedtime stories
Katja Fox
the
sun behind
a dragonfly’s wings—
she prays for
peace
Katja Fox
air supremacy —
an aerial fandango
of
fierce cardinals
Leon Tefft
tumbleweeds roving
through cities that never were
views
never enjoyed
Leon Tefft
forest trail
an elk’s antlers
point
the way
Neena Singh
garden swing…
a lingering day
on
cloud nine
Neena Singh
the
lives we endure swirling tea leaves
Mona Bedi
how
slowly the night descends lullaby moon
Mona Bedi
spring
equinox
the time it takes to fall
out of love
Mona Bedi
in the red
nowhere to turn
from
a zero balance
Joanna Ashwell
the lost years
tightly packed away
out of sight
in case I crumble
beneath
the sorrow
Joanna Ashwell
no longer fitting
into my hometown
I wander around
unpacking the edges
of
loneliness
Joanna Ashwell
open door
just a slant of light
as
the sun sets
Eavonka Ettinger
the length
of kneading paws
my
catnap
Eavonka Ettinger
eucalyptus
shedding what's forgotten
Eavonka Ettinger
the muchness
of a rose garden
your
lips
Eavonka Ettinger
crashing thunder
doors bolted tight
against
ill omens
Stephanie Zepherelli
empty flower box
a mom and pop store
boarded
up
Stephanie Zepherelli
lonely path
looking for memories
i
never had
Stephanie Zepherelli
windy
day & night
I’m too tired to stay up
too anxious to
sleep
J. D. Nelson
she
gives me three words
to remember for the test
brush,
sunshine, & chair
J. D. Nelson
forgotten
coffee
no time to run back inside
before the bus comes
J.
D. Nelson
a rough day
I sit down
with
yesterday
Sharon Ferrante
calm night
I rest on a string
from
his guitar
Sharon Ferrante
I watch you
cut through smoke
changing
a small room
with
a saxophone
Sharon Ferrante
a flower does not talk
. . . and yet
this
fragrance
Robert Epstein
my shrinking life
I never did own
a
little black book
Robert Epstein
bee sting ––
I thought I knew you
better
than that
Robert Epstein
at home
snuggling in bed
with
the wrong book
Robert Epstein
old wooden bridge
how you keep me
hanging
on
Robert Epstein
spring wind
a bamboo hubbub
rubs
against the sky
Robert Witmer
a small boat
asleep in the waves
the
fisherman tracing stars
Robert Witmer
chiseled
from marble
the hand of a slave
Robert
Witmer
behind her eyes
so many rooms
a
breeze through rose curtains
Robert Witmer
broken mirror
a fractured self
stares
back
Nalini Shetty
city park
every bench has
its
own story
Nalini Shetty
Squinting
through pinholes in shoeboxes—
kindergarten
eclipse
M. R. Pelletier
Small talk—
he answers her questions
with one-word replies
M. R. Pelletier