Venus at dawn
a bat swirls
aimlessly
Sébastien Revon
just to be
free of all the burden
a bird flying
beyond the sky
into
a timeless state
Sreenath
freshly cut grass
scent of the old ways
sickle
in hand
Stephen Jarrell Williams
Ceiling fan—
all the café’s conversations
cut
to pieces
M. R. Pelletier
*
Heatwave—
there’s more talk
of
planting trees
M. R. Pelletier
10/21/2009
steve richmond, sober,
dying alone in hospice —
no
more gagaku
Tohm Bakelas
After Her Death
My
new lover grief
eats chips naked in my bed
and will not
leave me
even when I offer her
a summer house at the beach.
Cecil Morris
at the end of the earth
where
the sun goes to die
a souvenir stand…
Mike Fainzilber