after the fire
we comb the ashes for
our
lucky horseshoe
John J. Dunphy
faintly heard
gu-zheng strings plucked
under this full moon
soothes the waves of longing for
my ancestors’ land an ocean apart
Lisbeth Ho
Shooter
moon
The solitude assails me
at twilight
Maria
Cristina Pulvirenti
old cinema —
flowering cherry
hide its cracks
Daniela
Lăcrămioara Capotă