I sense
the coin is cursed
(evil witch)
so I pick it up to pocket
being a believer in fairy tales
Roberta Beach Jacobson
I sense
the coin is cursed
(evil witch)
so I pick it up to pocket
being a believer in fairy tales
Roberta Beach Jacobson
homeless encampment
returning children share
their trick or treat candy
John J. Dunphy
lockdown...
but you never said
i couldn’t
travel the world
within my mind
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
bird returns
as dusk gently falls
twinkle stars
in reeling silence
deepen her loneliness
Pravat Kumar Padhy
sometimes
the only thing
i know to be true
is that the sun has risen
somewhere
brightly in our sky
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
eating dinner
crosslegged by the screen door
listening to crickets
Susan Bonk Plumridge
this piece of amethyst
i hold in my hand
what secrets
have you kept
during your long life
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
her cloth
soaked with tears…
on the edge
of curled green leaf
the burden of the heavy rains
Pravat Kumar Padhy
croaking crow:
you scold me as if
I were to blame,
as if I were the cause
of your hidden sorrow
Bill Waters