witch’s magick
a handful of peanuts
quiets the crow
—Sharon Ferrante
strawberry shampoo suds
circling the drain
at long last
learning to care
for myself
—Kelly Sargent
her shutters down
for such a long time now
garden nettles
—Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
ses volets baissés
depuis longtemps déjà
orties au jardin
—Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
Red brick church hides the choir. The taxi driver knows they are singing. She is there to take them home. Their Scriptures make no room for her- a gay woman with a Jamaican partner-but they’ll let her drive them in her 15 seat van, their bodies in the seats, going where they must go, their cash under the table. Farmers in straw hats and suspenders, threshing wheat and raking hay. The corn is already four feet high. A wet summer.
Amish are outside her life, but sit beside her. They talk about shortcuts. She gets paid for every mile she drives them, $1.10 per. An Amish woman will have another baby next week. The taxi will take the extended family to visit. Amish women have babies until they pass the age of fertility. The taxi driver rides with her snickerdoodle on her lap.
noon siren
crows and seagulls fly up
from their lines
the light
in mother's last days
dawn stars
—Alvin B. Cruz
mother's belongings
in boxes
gathering clouds
—Alvin B. Cruz
choosing her funeral photo sepia moon
—Alvin B. Cruz
abandoned tuk-tuk
both dog and the beggar
part with their space
—Lakshmi Iyer
outgrown weeds
a small forest
from nowhere
—Lakshmi Iyer
the crows keep
straightening their feathers
heavy rains
—Lakshmi Iyer
midnight snack
the refrigerator light
draws in a moth
—Bryan Rickert
the split path reconnects our marriage
—Bryan Rickert
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