as the day
draws on
clouds thicken
you're clearly
up
to something
Tony Steven Williams
patient eyes
adjust to the dark sky
. . . more stars emerge
Tony Steven Williams
as the day
draws on
clouds thicken
you're clearly
up
to something
Tony Steven Williams
patient eyes
adjust to the dark sky
. . . more stars emerge
Tony Steven Williams
pre-Christmas
a
closer look
at my face in a bauble
Tony
Williams
somewhere
on a spectrum
…sleet
Tony Williams
junk mail
the same old stuff
i
tell myself
Stephanie Zepherelli
act four
dancing
alone
with shadows
Stephanie Zepherelli
multiple personas
a stack of hats
perfectly
balanced
Stephanie Zepherelli
I wanted to pass on
to the other world
and then it started –
the slow fall
of
gingko leaves
Alexis Rotella
of the
hug I offer he takes half
Alexis
Rotella
broken toy –
in the email the news
we
don't want
Nicoletta Ignatti
there is no solution
to our problem –
wild
blueberries
Nicoletta Ignatti
sticking your finger
in a wall socket –
how you keep
testing me
to
see if I really love you
Susan Burch
a rapper
from the pueblo
his
own drum
Sondra J. Byrnes
yesterday starting over again tomorrow
Sondra J. Byrnes
before
she enters the scent of lavender
Neena Singh
early
winter a small gloved hand in mine
Neena Singh
all my coming and goings
unoiled
hinges
Vandana Parashar
election flyer
cleaning dog poop
from
my shoe
Vandana Parashar
swallows
and leaves the shape of the year
Mark Gilbert
between the scarf
and the parka
a
sliver of sunlight
Mark Gilbert
drawing circles
around rectangles
an
owl’s geometry
Mark Gilbert
away
all
little
yellow
leaf
life
boats
Michael
Nickels-Wisdom
every
day
every
thing
balanced
upon
the
foundations
of the
earth
Michael Nickels-Wisdom
cackling geese —
will we ever listen
to
climate scientists?
Marjolein Rotsteeg
foggy night
the muffled screech
of a
barn owl
Marjolein Rotsteeg
whispering leaves
uncovering
your
secret
Marjolein Rotsteeg
day moon
the fear of being known
inside
out
Alvin B. Cruz
on a train looking out
the window
I wonder
how much of life
has
passed me by
Alvin B, Cruz
the
long drive home ...
just Patsy Cline
and me
Joseph P.
Wechselberger
crescent
moon
a field of purple cauliflower
waiting for harvest
Joseph P. Wechselberger