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
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
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