contrail
em
dash
punctuates
the
sky
JL Huffman
sunflowers stand tall
above the weeds in the ditch—
raindrops
on my arms
J. D. Nelson
the bittersweetness
of pomegranate seeds …
did
you ever love me?
Joseph P. Wechselberger
full moon
the ebb and flow
of
our breaths
John Hawkhead
*
funeral planning
the very last time
I’ll
wear a tie
John Hawkhead
we should have
kept in
touch,
but the weight
of those seconds
accumulated,
ants
into elephants
Susan
Burch