end of October —
flocks of sheep descending
to winter
Vasile Moldovan
faintly heard
gu-zheng strings plucked
under this full moon
soothes the waves of longing for
my ancestors’ land an ocean apart
Lisbeth Ho
Shooter
moon
The solitude assails me
at twilight
Maria
Cristina Pulvirenti
old cinema —
flowering cherry
hide its cracks
Daniela
Lăcrămioara Capotă
a little snail
does it know
its
destination?
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo