winter stars
i counted the words we spoke on one hand
Stephen Toft
night walk
the stray cat and I
sharing stars
Helen Ogden
after the storm
the beauty
of her resilience
Michael Morell
blue skies the test pilot blows
a smoke ring
test results
the shadow of a flight
mows flowers
Carmela Marino
the swing dangles by a single chain
lockdown fatigueLouise Hopewell
gathering clouds—
unsure if memory
still servesCynthia Anderson
playing dice
mouthful
of prediction
Radhamani Sarma
intimacy —
veils of melancholy
turn yellow
Kyoko Bengala
cold autumn
trembling in the rain
the sound of a bell
Samo Kreutz
deep woods
I go to meet
myself
Surashree Joshi
a starless night
I make my own
kind of wonder
Joanna Ashwell
a cello left
in the school gym… winter dusk
old post office —
I still haven't sent a letter
to youKrzysztof Kokot
empty shell —
the truth
which I still hide
Mirela Brăilean
southern heat the bristle of a gentleman’s whiskersKelly Sauvage
stress fracture —
this paper spine breaks
as our favorite story unfolds
Christopher Peys
mudroom
remnants of the road
remnants of me Michael Morell
autumn moon — silent another summer
walks away
Maria Teresa Sisti
heat island kids next door plant a tree
Zahra Mughis
5 am rain
pigeons tap-dancing
on the tiles
Claire Ninham
dancing leaves—
a misprint in the ballet score
the same story with a prince on a white horse...
vaccines the new arms race
a worm between me and the rest
Mircea Moldovan
housebound the mountain stairs
becoming . . . vinegar on the collard greens
Kelly Sauvage
mindfulness … seeking the forest … in the trees