airplane in flight
above the clouds
it's so easy
to cross borders
when
you have papers
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
airplane in flight
above the clouds
it's so easy
to cross borders
when
you have papers
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
quicksand…
extending
a hand
from across the seas
Mohua Maulik
amongst the folds
a cache
should I unpack
the emotions
or
tighten the straps
Mohua Maulik
a
monarch kisses my brow
mistaking me for a flower
Belinda
Behne
at
the laundromat
I share my change
with a stranger
Belinda
Behne
autumn solitude —
the
moon at my window
Elena Zouain
silence of the forest —
the
stag's bellow reaches the stars
Elena Zouain
meeting
again the old pain disappears
Rita R. Melissano
welcoming
the precious beauty
of ordinary days
this morning begins
with
pearls of dew
Rita R. Melissano
heaven on earth
grandmother's blueberry pie--
a
la mode
Richard Bailly
viewing
all my memories...
online
Richard Bailly
Your
AARP Membership Has Arrived
Waiting
On The Day
I Look Back At All This
And Laugh
Roy N. Mason
already too far
from the nightglow
a
tidal wishing star
Joanna Ashwell
what we said
to the snow
an
igloo’s hush
Joanna Ashwell
willow river
the bend within
a
dreamer’s forest
Joanna Ashwell
pressing daisies
back into my memory
summer’s
end
Joanna Ashwell
a morning chill
that old cardigan
wrapped
around me again
Joanna Ashwell
ten sentences
as the narrative
rambles on . . .
all I wanted was
a
simple yes or no
Scott Wiggerman
the failure
of espresso love
I no longer
remember
his
name
Scott Wiggerman
sunflower
steeped too long
in
loneliness
Scott Wiggerman
windchill
the bitter icicles
of
absence
Scott Wiggerman
another possession
lost and found
yesterday
Robert Witmer
daylight fades . . .
a child's smile
lost
in thought
Robert Witmer
waves darken
beneath the wind
the
harmony of whales
Robert Witmer
angels arriving
on tiny parachutes
milkweed
Robert Witmer
Morning Camp
Photographing
the trees that scared us
first
night.
Chad Parenteau
Morning
Foliage
Chad Parenteau
As I place the hearing aid
in my ear, a bell rings within,
an invitation to enter
a sanctum of sound where
voices
inspire, cajole and comfort.
Janet Krauss