another funeral
ash leaves spiral down
three score and eleven
—Gary D. Grossman
the blue before the red before the blue before the insomnia dawn
—Joshua St. Claire
visiting poets
from Gliese 581c
wondering aloud
what all the fuss is about
our one and only moon
—Joshua St. Claire
trench soldier
his tomb covered by petals
falling in the mud
soldat de tranchée
sa tombe couverte de pétales
tombe dans la boue
—Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
the wind scatters
the linden blossoms…
on my porch
more and more
ballerina dresses
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
wallpaper peeling potatoes for dinner alone
—Robert Witmer
thin shade
a sapling in moonlight
over her grave
—Robert Witmer
Spring blooms azaleas, crocuses, and snowdrops. The moon rises and sets and rises again. A fox kit scampers off for the first time.
Later, I reconnect with old friends at the lake cabin bonfire.
rosebud the prick of passing time
I travel
prune last
my year’s
friend daisies
list bloom
post-election howling at the moon again
his words—
raindrops tapping
on my windowpane
—Fatma Zohra Habis
dry river
I still hear
childhood echoes
—Fatma Zohra Habis
the nun fixed upon
an ink drop on my shirt
a slap in the face
to make me
closer to god
—Nicholas Gentile
a year after—
my mother's closet
just her scent
—Nicholas Gentile
laden car
the empty room
in the care home
—Sam Cassidy
sun-soaked garden
the abundance
of marrow
—Sam Cassidy
blossom on blossom
I wish I could
let go of the past
—Chen-ou Liu
a flock of geese
flapping twilight silence
tenth year in exile
—Chen-ou Liu
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