sudden truce —
hanging wash
over
the rubble
Mariangela Canzi
lonely
conch the exile's blues
Mariangela Canzi
words float
in my mind...
new
Beatles song
Mariangela Canzi
sudden truce —
hanging wash
over
the rubble
Mariangela Canzi
lonely
conch the exile's blues
Mariangela Canzi
words float
in my mind...
new
Beatles song
Mariangela Canzi
a
scream
the dim moon bringing life
to darkness
Mike
Gallagher
that
day
when the world changed forever
what I was doing
Mike
Gallagher
drunken
melee
several cases of assault
brewing
Mike Gallagher
snowy
March
the creaking sound of little boots…
egg hunt
begins
Maya Daneva
smooth talk…
I rinse off the wild clams
for
third time
Maya Daneva
rent overdue
locked out with nothing
but
a comb-over
Randy Brooks
thick family Bible
she only keeps up
with
births
Randy Brooks
warming up
the farmhouse kitchen
banana
bread
Randy Brooks
not toy guns
not real guns
she wants nothing to do
with guns in her house
ever.
again.
Randy Brooks
in an old book
after all these years
her
letter
Refika Dedić
still winter
and they are sticking out of the ground
buds
Refika Dedić
Ides of March ––
I stop looking for love
in
all the wrong places
Robert Epstein
the
manipulation continues daylight savings
Robert Epstein
wild licorice
with every bite
decades
melt away
Robert Epstein
click click
escaping the nightmare
ruby
slippers
Richard Bailly
oolong
in the kettle
too
long
Richard Bailly
bounty of bright breeze—
ribbons and laces askew
leapfrog
on leap day
Monica Kakkar
so
much light and yet dark
Mircea Moldovan
a hedge
between him and her
winter
end
Mircea Moldovan
war and peace
not always
black
and white
Kelly Sargent
creeping ivy
through the wagon handle
the decisions
I make
by
indecision
Kelly Sargent
winter
sky swallows the words I can’t take back
Kelly Sargent
unnatural glow
backlit mountain ridges
boros
below
JL Huffman
snowbound day
chili heats
palate
and soul
JL Huffman
on the doorstep
will she finally enter
new
moon
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
foreign posting
the
aerograms
I write home
Anne Curran
city square —
the clink of loose change
into
the busker's hat
Anne Curran
city square —
the sweet melodies
of
a weary busker
Anne Curran