you & I talk, don’t
talk, secrets held like fire in
our hands, burning to
our souls, red-hot scars searing
deep
into our memories
Lorraine Caputo
you & I talk, don’t
talk, secrets held like fire in
our hands, burning to
our souls, red-hot scars searing
deep
into our memories
Lorraine Caputo
faded dried roses
she was so cheerful
when
she was alive
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
out the back door
in the dead of night
they'll roll me
quickly and quietly
so
no one will notice
Ruth Holzer
fleeting
sweetness of the world baklava
Ruth Holzer
an
ant with a message I move out of the way
Ruth Holzer
dark romance
a taste of poetry
on
a bookworm's lips
Robert Witmer
evening
unleavened bread
dipped
in wine
Robert Witmer
dwarfing my wheelchair
circus elephants parade
through
the parking lot
John Masterson
hanging laundry
our discussion
on
speakerphone
Susan Yavaniski
dust-to-dust
his favorite reef
a
skeleton
Susan Yavaniski
voting line
I study the angles
of
a jaw
Susan Yavaniski
day one
a jackhammer
going
at it
Susan Yavaniski
my sweet poem
about a vine gone wild
on the borderline
‘til my thoughts were invaded
by
Putin’s army
Susan Yavaniski
first
snow the shape of her breath
Mona Bedi
meditation
class the weight of my thoughts
Mona Bedi
still
there
on his social media
my friend’s obituary
Mona
Bedi
spilled wine
the ways I learned
not
to speak
C.X. Turner
pumpkin soup
the earthy sweetness
of a stray seed
C.X.
Turner
every piece
chipped but loved
garage
sale tea set
Bryan Rickert
home alone
my reflection
in
every window
Bryan Rickert
overturned turtle
I, too, am trying
to
set myself right
Bryan Rickert
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