shed skin—
I am everywhere
I’ve
ever been
Pippa Phillips
*
a map
on her bridal veil
the flat earths
that lay folded
in
her trousseau
Pippa Phillips
*
new arms
for the venus de milo
she carves herself
back
into
a slab of marble
Pippa Phillips
*
toasting clouds
on an open sun
we tell ghost stories
that end
happily
ever after
Pippa Phillips
late night news
last slice
of
left-over pizza
Alvin B. Cruz
*
Basho
the sound of frog
in
his language
Alvin B. Cruz
*
window seat
a bus ride with grandma
way back when
my dreams
took
the shape of clouds
Alvin B. Cruz
a
lone leaf
awaiting
the inevitable
fall
C.X. Turner
*
clinging to the rain
everything we can be
wild
roses
C.X. Turner
mid-summer
a dream between
thunderstorms
Brad
Bennett
*
in out of the storm
milk billows
in
my tea
Brad Bennett
funeral march—
incense
fills
the street
Daipayan
Nair
*
morning glory—
she smiles until
she
doesn't
Daipayan Nair
cool breeze
on this autumn night
I listen
to the warm whispers
of
a love story
David He
*
the fresh smell
of newspaper...
my parents
sip their coffee
without
any words
David He
lingering
a trace of moon
in
my glass
Joanna Ashwell
*
tranquillity
breath held
in forest stars
Joanna
Ashwell
*
between seasons
words becoming
hoverflies
Joanna Ashwell
tell
me how you see the world ink blot queries
Jerome Berglund
*
doodlebugging
soldier of fortune
Jerome Berglund
sundown
bat flying zig-zags
eating
mosquitoes
Stephen Jarrell Williams
*
desert nomad
night dancing under the moon
humming old songs
Stephen Jarrell Williams
silkworms
in mulberry tree .
. .
threads
for kimono
Roberta Beach Jacobson
Split like a dagger.
Nature and clouds draw our eyes.
From
past to present.
Susanna Gilbert
Photo c. Susanna Gilbert
a dirt canal
where the river
used to run
how long
did you think
I’d
wait for you
Susan Burch
