Sitting by the bank
of the Saco, I gaze at
my daughter Kristen
and her friend, like two Naiads
frolicking
on the water.
Russell Dupont
Sitting by the bank
of the Saco, I gaze at
my daughter Kristen
and her friend, like two Naiads
frolicking
on the water.
Russell Dupont
oppressive heat
only cicadas accompany me
at
dad’s grave
Maya Daneva
this woodpecker’s tapping
in the morning
in
the afternoon
Maya Daneva
soon to break open
with what she hasn't yet said
the
thundering sky
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
every
night the same pillow i deviate from
Peter Jastermsky
when
the day depends on the strength of tea bags
Peter Jastermsky