gathering
night crows don't seem to listen
Keith Evetts
I draw
a fresh scene
the Mad Hatter
spilling stars
shaped around time
Joanna Ashwell
so long
for the grape
to darken into wine
in this bitter sip I can taste
the shadow of the sun
Pippa Phillips
old town café
kaya toast with half-cooked eggs
bringing back the taste
of yesterday
which is gone forever
David Ngo