chipmunk gang in the garden eating August
Kat Lehmann
November what’s left of the scarecrowRoberta Beach Jacobson
walking in the rain we long for the rain
Alvin B. Cruz
high swings I lend my blues to the sky
Hifsa Ashraf
snow geese honking through my beauty sleepFlorin C. Ciobica
the deep blue
eyes of the man washed ashore
Stephen Toft
squash blossoms the ripening of desireKelly Sauvage
a turn
in the river
wildflowers ahead
Joanna Ashwell
winter stars
i counted the words we spoke on one hand
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
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