the snow moon in the fox's eye ... chiaroscuro
—Joseph Howse
spring meadow
the plein air painter
ran out of colors
—Mona Iordan
pajiște de primăvară
pictorul în aer liber
a rămas fără culori
—Mona Iordan
last walk together
the crackling of leaves
every step
—Alvin B. Cruz
sleepless night
twisting and turning
my Rubik's cube
—Alvin B. Cruz
second life
chip for the trail
the storm-felled oak
—Bryan Rickert
the toddler wants
to hug them too
first daffodils
—Bryan Rickert
equinox moonlight living in my twin’s shadow
—Kelly Sargent
bread and butter sandwiches
the bedtime hugs
I take for granted
—Kelly Sargent
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
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