sleep
nocturne I count in silence
Sherry Grant
distant
heron shouts
as hermit crabs face
the stars
an arm signaling
their
change of course
Ban Mihaly
spring breeze -
the cuckoo clock
is heard from outside
cherry
blossoms
this morning all you can hear
are the bees
buzzing
Ljubinka Tošić
A
coconut rolled
Into a gutter and grew
A root that won’t
take.
Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo