By Pat Geyer

night of cleaning...

bits of dust shower

until morning

 

Pat Geyer

By Bakhtiyar Amini

grey clouds

I’m withdrawing

into myself

 

Bakhtiyar Amini

By Pat Davis

encoding the night

in dots and dashes

the fireflies 

Pat Davis

By Michael H. Lester

surviving

on roots and berries

I bathe

in pristine spring water

faceless as the moon

Michael H. Lester

By Bakhtiyar Amini

family tar

my father is singing

in my Grandpa’s voice

Bakhtiyar Amini

By Pat Geyer

as if in a flap

another season passes…

hummingbirds fly south

Pat Geyer

By Bakhtiyar Amini

evening

a tractor vanishing

into the sunset

Bakhtiyar Amini