thunder
tension breaks
coolness
DJ Tyrer
rocking
chair —
dad's last summer
on the porch
Mona
Bedi
woodsmoke
the
memory of you
in each corner
Mona
Bedi
riverside
meditation
the Ganges meanders
through me
Mona
Bedi
traffic jam
he tells me
he
may walk
Stacy Taylor
thin apartment walls
trying not to sleep
with
strangers
Stacy Taylor
wearing
my mother’s gold ring
the
weight of it
Stacy Taylor
after the funeral
missing
my
freeway exit
Stacy Taylor
the
Mediterranean the distance between us
Katherine E Winnick
inner
alchemy the moment I saw you
Katherine E Winnick
midnight
moon I plant my dreams
Katherine E Winnick
how many did it take
to
forge the trail
Vandana Parashar
grey
dawn the dream of a life beyond
Vandana Parashar
if he doesn't care
neither do I
mockingbird
Vandana Parashar
half-moon
soon this nightly walk will require a jacket
J. D. Nelson
who
are you trying to fool moon you’re not full
J. D. Nelson
it’s
been a year now forgotten stars
J. D. Nelson
excess baggage
carrying the weight
of
old photographs
Stephanie Zepherelli
city streets
intersecting shadows
without
faces
Stephanie Zepherelli
riptide
fighting currents
of
loneliness
Stephanie Zepherelli
washing windows
treasured moments
of
clarity
Stephanie Zepherelli
fake profile —
why would anyone
want
to be me
Susan Burch
getting
under peoples’ skins poli(tics
Susan Burch
a
thunderstorm stuck in my car
Susan Burch
highway
robbery—
every year
less groundwater
Mark
Forrester
waking
to late-night sirens beach vacation
Mark Forrester
morning
crows
the day moon
in a dead tree
Mark Forrester
all-day-long
the weight of storm
before
storm
Meera Rehm
finally
the naked truth
winter
tree
Meera Rehm
rusty hinge
the old monarch butterfly
opens
its wings
Michael Buckingham Gray
school holidays ...
the sand
in
my shoes
Michael
Buckingham Gray
shallow
of a pink shell
seasons
within
Kavita Ratna
river view
a salmon floats
on
a cloud of oil
Kavita Ratna
magic
8-ball
I ask it how it’s
feeling today
Robert
Beveridge
sometimes no difference between monostich
and cookie fortune
Robert Beveridge
Leaving
the thrift shop
on the dirty, shuttered street,
an old
lady holds
two embroidered cushions stuffed
with a thousand
dollar notes.
Marguerite Doyle