Coffee Ritual
I pour the coffee
then I stir clockwise three times
to
get through the day
Alicia Alves
Coffee Ritual
I pour the coffee
then I stir clockwise three times
to
get through the day
Alicia Alves
mother's hair . . .
the sky overcast
with
nimbus clouds
Bipasha Majumder (De)
a bee disappears
in a purple wine cup
I
follow his cue
Scott Wiggerman
deep
purple dirge of elections
Scott Wiggerman
weight limits
the baggage we learn
to
live without
Scott Wiggerman
disbelief
in resurrection
the many times
dead trees
come
back to life
Scott Wiggerman
scavenging
old wood
for tree forts
before I knew
people
live in less
Scott Wiggerman
drumstick curry
mother says mine isn't
like
her mother's
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
overcast
and chance of chickadees
Steve Van Allen
butterfly
the only thing moving
in
summer heat
Steve Van Allen
silvering
the pond morning minnows
John Pappas
the late late show
unwilling to sleep
in
an empty bed
John Pappas
climate
change the dogs she follows on instagram
John
Pappas
foreign
bodies the blue sofa in the basement
Mircea Moldovan
a wolf
barking at the moon
evening
prayer
Mircea Moldovan
the
stubs that make a rainbow crayon sky
Arvinder Kaur
no one cries
at the pauper's funeral
windswept
leaf
Arvinder Kaur
just enough strength
to blow a dandelion
hospice window
Arvinder
Kaur
the
jagged edge of loneliness frost moon
Mona Bedi
believing
it to be true aurora borealis
Mona Bedi
summer’s
end the change in my perspective
Mona Bedi