fresh snow
high on my shoulders—
magnolia blossoms
Dorna
Hainds
in a vacant city
does a bullet still
demolish souls
ask the stars if
their shine was split
without consent
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
long ago
a deserted forest
became my first lover
what other rooms
could you find within
your darkest abode
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
shadows dancing
goldenrod under the weight
of a chickadee
Susan Bonk Plumridge
are rubies
simply fragments
of forgotten dreams
it is possible
that we once lived
as the dust between sand
Tiffany
Shaw-Diaz
The taste of sloe gin
underneath the blackthorn boughs—
a
blossom-veiled moon.
Pippa Phillips