Green Leader
ten below
child asks her mother
if she can
put a coat on
her
snowman
~John J. Dunphy
The empty chairs
know enough
to get in
out of the rain
as they sit
under
the breezeway.
~Diane Webster
Rusted hinges
clamp shut
the shutters
even as green vines
traverse the cracks
searching
for an in.
~Diane Webster
On the forest floor
a mushroom blooms white.
If no one sees,
does
it exist?
~Diane Webster
one
long mispronunciation
~Patrick Sweeney
in the dark
tugging on the frayed sleeve
of
a saint
~Patrick Sweeney
students of history
shopping
for passports
~Patrick Sweeney
the
difference
justice
justify
~Nicholas De Marino
Renée Good
Alex Pretti
I
say their names
~Jennifer Gurney
same shit
two dung beetles
fight
over a pile
~Lisa Sparaco
silencing
our smartphones
another
emergency alert
~Lisa Sparaco
If My Poems Of Sorrow
burst into flame
I will smother them
in discarded blankets
living on smoke damage
till another poem arises
gift
from the arsonist
~dan smith
Originally published in Crooked River
tormenta sin fin -
un pescado mordiendo
su propia cola
endless storm -
a fish consumes
its
own tail
~David Cox
Echo of clocks
Whirligig days
Coffee
IV
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
wind chill factor
the real feel
of
ICE
~Cynthia Anderson
Minneapolis street
its snow
bloodied
~John J. Dunphy
