moon path
just enough to fit
the sharp-nosed boat
Maya Daneva
featherlight jewel
at the nape of her neck
containing
arsenic
Katherine E Winnick
100 days
she's been gone with no trace
the bar of soap
still shaped by her hand
that once caressed me
Chen-ou Liu
a
warm breeze
slipping through the pines...
voices from childhood
Florin C. Ciobica
the first taste
of summer
sipping lemonade
so tart
it
made our lips pucker
Susan Burch
a line of elephants
linked from trunk to tail
why aren’t we
protecting ourselves
and
each other
Susan Burch