moonspots...
she keeps all her secrets
to herself
—Nicoletta Ignatti
spring twilight-
telling her
we will no longer be friends
—Nicoletta Ignatti
moonspots...
she keeps all her secrets
to herself
—Nicoletta Ignatti
spring twilight-
telling her
we will no longer be friends
—Nicoletta Ignatti
cat's eyes
the blackbird tunes into
fortissimo
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
worn-out socks
learning how to mend them
into a haiku
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
outdoor nativity scene
one of the Wise Men
facing the wrong way
—John J. Dunphy
his last road trip
my friend arrives
at the cemetery
—John J. Dunphy
licking a stamp
the flavor
of nostalgia
—Oscar Luparia
homemade bread
a handful of sesame seeds
for the sparrows
—Oscar Luparia
Amid the rhythm of machines in the ICU, you ride the relentless tide of a stroke, each breath straining to fill your fading lungs—all for one thought: the uncertain future of those left behind.
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