no spider above me
i write today
three
lines
Mircea Moldovan
Home because of children
and
webless spiders.
Sunlight moves across the floor, out the door.
Dennis
Andrew
Aguinaldo
ideas dry up
acrylic witches on brooms
return
to dust
Roberta
Beach Jacobson
zombie invasion
faces pressed against the glass
black friday again
Robert Beveridge
dry skeletons
the garden needs to be cleared
for winter
Susan
Bonk Plumridge
A
tree shakes in dance
An
undercurrent of steps
And
then a silence
Until
the wind comes again
And
it shiver-shouts anew.
Michael
H. Brownstein
waking to the setting sun
a dream I've dreamed before
how slow unstirred sugar
dissolves
in
tea
Pippa Phillips
longing
for heat
to peel away heavy clothes
the sins
underneath
Patricia Hawkhead