By Keith Evetts

                                                                                                                                                Keith Evetts

C.X. Turner

hollow tree—

I try to figure out the depth

of solitude

C.X.Turner

By Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

after

the noon rain

rainbow

across the sky

we hang our laundry

Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

By RJ Humbl

On washing lines

The spotted starlings form

Musical notes

RJ Humbl

M. R. Pelletier

Rotting log—

   forest returns

   to forest

M. R. Pelletier

By Ron Scully

cranberry sauce

in-laws

take sides of the table

Ron Scully

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leftovers

what we talk about

driving home

Ron Scully

By Ram Chandran

passing village school

the child in me

slips through train window

Ram Chandran

By Caroline Ridley-Duff

Sunlight through stained glass,

new patterns on

an ancient stone floor.

Caroline Ridley-Duff

Robert Witmer

blinking

with a thousand eyes

raindrops on the lake

Robert Witmer

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chainsaws

no one to answer

the ringing in the trees

Robert Witmer

By Maria Malferrari

Speaking every day with silence


Maria Malferrari

By Barrie Levine

fridge magnets

yet another plan

to sort out my life

Barrie Levine

Joseph P. Wechselberger

taproom

the clink of a coin

as it drops in the jukebox

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Chris Langer

nightly stroll

my shadow

a black cat

Chris Langer

*

 

sunny afternoon

painting the wall

with shadow puppets

Chris Langer

*

 

book fair

children wait in line

for new adventures

Chris Langer

Ruth Holzer

waking

from a dream of love

I'm grateful

for imagination

in place of memory

Ruth Holzer

By Maria Teresa Sisti

beaver moon —

the hospice so cold

without noise

Maria Teresa Sisti

By Peter Jastermsky

forest jazz a polyrhythm of woodpeckers

Peter Jastermsky

By Chris Peys

alley cat

today my friend

meow, meow

Chris Peys

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rainy day

(un)folded paper

still not a crane

Chris Peys

By Refika Dedić

cat

scratches on the window

haiku

Refika Dedić

By Pat Geyer

gnawing

from dusk

til dawn...

forecast of biting cold

under the light

of the full beaver moon 

 

Pat Geyer

John Pappas

owl light

what I would

do differently

John Pappas