dandelions
mother’s jam jar
of wild sprouts
—Jo Balistreri
neglected garden . . .
dry hydrangea heads
bent in heavy snow
—Anna Eklund-Cheong
homemade jams . . .
grandma always has enough
wooden spoons
—Anna Eklund-Cheong
stopping
in mid-stride . . .
camellias
—Anna Eklund-Cheong
falling write through it all
—Sharon Ferrante
I got nothin
no train to ride
no sax in tune
no strange city
under a violet moon
—Sharon Ferrante
blood transfusion –
between two drops
sunset
—Mile Lisica
new flowers
above his grave
catch the sun
—Mile Lisica
mountain and lake
the silence
of not talking
—Mike Fainzilber
hospital café
soap and soup
same color
—Mike Fainzilber
zazen
the fold
in my underwear
—Mike Fainzilber
panic attack
the mountain
always there
—Mike Fainzilber
tangled chains
around the cemetery gate
the scent of moss
—Jacob D. Salzer
unprepared
on a long journey
with no destination
what should I carry?
a forest path fades into fog
—Jacob D. Salzer
how you rub me
the wrong way
Brillo pad
—Susan Burch
bluebells
hanging low
for a while
—Susan Burch
spring fog-
he asks if the man in the painting
is his father
—Nicoletta Ignatti
on the hills
here and there splashes of sun -
dandelion in bloom
—Nicoletta Ignatti
black ink
a trail of words
becomes night
—Anne Fox
slow snowmelt
the many blues
of a winter sea
—Anne Fox
the blank page
in my diary continues
to taunt me
outside the window
a single rose unfurls
—Marilyn Humbert
swarm of bees—
the straight and crooked trees
bloom the same
—Lavana Kray
pressed flower
between the diary pages—
no memory
—Lavana Kray
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