darkness . . .
the owl's hoot
flies
away
Kathleen Vasek Trocmet
Days of Awe—
praying for a kind stranger
or angel
to place pebbles
on the family graves
Ruth Holzer
On a thread of scent,
weaver ants
climb leaves of insulin.
Dennis
Andrew Aguinaldo
dressed in kimono
the makeup of a ghost
Geisha girl all grown
Katherine E Winnick