pine straw
what’s left of being
neighborly
—Jamie Wimberly
falling leaves —
the one we call
my funeral suit
—John Pappas
all day snow
another poem
in the bin
—John Pappas
late snow
my steps
inside my father’s
—Bill Fay
unburdened
a canary sleeps
in Buddha’s hands
—Bill Fay
creasing the corner
of a love poem
crescent moon
—Alvin B. Cruz
last petal
the pause before
she loves me not
—Alvin B. Cruz
mostly dark
the horses call us
first
breaking light
a short cut
to the woodpile
harvest hands . . .
a farm table
of biscuits and gravy
morning frost
on grandpa’s old tractor
cough, cough, cough
an owl floats
just over the barn
come daylight
—Randy Brooks
teacup ring
on the bedside table
cold moon
—Nitu Yumnam
overthinking—
all the cauliflower florets
cling-filmed
—Nitu Yumnam
medication cup
half empty
half full
—Nitu Yumnam
late winter storm
the trembling pulse
of a spider web
—Nitu Yumnam
snow-laden
branch
the
weight
of
unsaid
—Nitu Yumnam
solar eclipse
in a box
the wedding ring
—Carmela Marino
beauty salon
the wall clock
is back two hours
—Carmela Marino
snow moon
my mum’s silence
turns to ash
—Carmela Marino
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