Roberta Beach Jacobson

silkworms

in mulberry tree . . .

threads for kimono

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Susanna Gilbert

Split like a dagger.

Nature and clouds draw our eyes.

From past to present.

Susanna Gilbert  

                                                             Photo c. Susanna Gilbert

By Rob McKinnon

floods recede—

discarded households

on muddy mounds

Rob McKinnon

By Angiola Inglese

dinner alone .…

counting and recounting

moons and days

Angiola Inglese

By Amoolya Kamalnath

pedaling

the lake boat

fog overtakes


Amoolya Kamalnath

Roberta Beach Jacobson

birdsong

Buddha can’t stop

laughing

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Theresa A. Cancro

bruises

the color of amethyst —

he says he loves me

Theresa A. Cancro