By Mircea Moldovan

I'm a sack of rusty bones, sweet moon

Mircea Moldovan

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games

between mature people

harvest moon

Mircea Moldovan

By Kerry J Heckman

wet cobblestone street

the open sign

blinks on and off

Kerry J Heckman

By Maria Concetta Conti

her tired face

how many leaves

on the ground

Maria Concetta Conti

By Bonnie J Scherer

paper thin

our penpal friendship

over the years

Bonnie J Scherer

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crushing grapes —

the stain

of my sin

Bonnie J Scherer

By John Hawkhead

winter funeral

our plumes of breath

drawing veils

John Hawkhead

By Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

2 am

a toddler's fixated gaze

unsmiling

Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

By Xiaoou Chen

solar eclipse

splashing black ink

up to the sky

Xiaoou Chen

*

 

inundation

floating markets

in downtown

Xiaoou Chen

By Lafcadio

early morning—

she wakes to the sound

of splintering glass

Lafcadio

*

 

resurrecting

buried memories

the past

won't stay hidden even

if the grave is deep

Lafcadio

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

in the ash bucket sprinkles of spider

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Jerome Berglund

dissecting

the revenant

thunderstorms

Jerome Berglund

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angry baby’s

apparition intermittent

lightning flashes

Jerome Berglund

By JL Huffman

gourd’s garish grin

macabre ceiling display

guest-room night light

JL Huffman

By petro c. k.

blood moon

swirling in the glass

a nice chianti

petro c. k.

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echoing inside . . .

first clump of dirt

hitting the coffin

petro c. k.

By Eavonka Ettinger

oleanders sway

in the cold winds

a deadly tea

Eavonka Ettinger

By JL Huffman

new moon fog

ghost deer dart

JL Huffman

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murder of crow’s feet

unlaughable lines

JL Huffman

By petro c. k.

thin fabric

between worlds

bedsheet ghost

petro c. k.

By Eavonka Ettinger

pumpkin pulp

wriggles through fingers—

creating a new face

Eavonka Ettinger

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crows gather

to greet the dead

a thin veil

Eavonka Ettinger

By Jerome Berglund

house settling

or something more

forgotten frost

Jerome Berglund

By Lafcadio

chronic pain

I hear the doctor

order leeches

Lafcadio

*

 

pierced skin—

a wound too deep

for blood to flow

Lafcadio

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

filling

the cavity of my sweet tooth

licorice

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Nicola Schaum

a scattered mind

grandad's head in the freezer

searching for keys

Nicola Schaum

By Sébastien Revon

autumn

a dead butterfly

on the conscience

Sébastien Revon

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

beneath the night

wrapped in soft blankets

finger touching stars

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Stephanie Zepherelli

river rapids

autumn’s brief romance

for chinook salmon

Stephanie Zepherelli

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gravestone

wanting to understand

her last words

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Shasta Hatter

full moon

and one star

midnight city sky

Shasta Hatter

By Richard G Birtles

the slightest curve

starbound

a sinking lighthouse

Richard G Birtles

By Helen Ogden

bedtime ritual

checking to see the stars

are still in place

Helen Ogden

By Chris Collins

the road not taken

has always been there waiting

to hear your footsteps

Chris Collins

By Susan Lee Roberts

morning rays—

a wink of pink

lavenders the sky

Susan Lee Roberts