The late summer rain
never calls, never writes, gets
visit
over with.
Chad Parenteau
The late summer rain
never calls, never writes, gets
visit
over with.
Chad Parenteau
coffee
and donuts
as i police
the sunrise
Scott F. Parker
where
we are—
beyond us
only fog
Scott F. Parker
dead of night
an octopus turns off the valve
on
the gas pipeline
Eugeniusz Zacharski
under the streetlight
two moths
dance
away the night
Marjolein
Rotsteeg
holiday abroad
a stray cat looking like mine
wants
to make friends
Marjolein Rotsteeg
forest
bathing I slowly become a tree
Mona Bedi
blinking
cursor —
the things I leave
unsaid
Mona Bedi