her touch
the softness
of flowers
Mike Gallagher
from the dawn light
of these woods
she flies
into the tamarind tree
to
feed her chick . . .
Rupa Anand
lines of geese honk
flying north with the sun
rush
hour
Ruth Happel
*
whole world in snail’s shell
pulled behind him everywhere—
living
the van life
Ruth Happel
who I was and long to be
adrift
clouds
with shadows
evan coram
*
through oak boughs
the porch light
on
and off
evan coram
morning mist
layered on the river ...
this
floating life
Chen-ou Liu
*
the departure door
closed between mother and me ...
fifteen years later
surging waves, one continent
and
English separate us
Chen-ou Liu
First lizard this year
on the mountain trail, tiny,
resolute.
Yay spring.
Beate Sigriddaughter
Window
dressing
Putting brand new
clothing on
Empty ideas
Robert Frede Kenter
sunflowers stand tall
above the weeds in the ditch—
raindrops
on my arms
J. D. Nelson
the bittersweetness
of pomegranate seeds …
did
you ever love me?
Joseph P. Wechselberger
full moon
the ebb and flow
of
our breaths
John Hawkhead
*
funeral planning
the very last time
I’ll
wear a tie
John Hawkhead
we should have
kept in
touch,
but the weight
of those seconds
accumulated,
ants
into elephants
Susan
Burch