The
earth is scorched
with scorn. This life. So brief.
What good are ashes after death?
Gobbled by the ground.
Returned. No refunds.
No survivors.
Forgotten. Faded photos
in
a box.
~Nolcha Fox
loud air
thick with war demons
Ukrainian
rescue
~Anna
Cates
rigid
timetable
a
troop train returns
its bodies
~John Hawkhead
missile strikes
an exchange student
halves
the last bagel
~Anna Cates
Watch
and Prey
Turned to prey, as blood
sacrifice
soon to be offered on the steppe,
like war, when
masses in the church
find more wary crowd to the pews;
so
on the pampas, prairie, veldt,
as some will graze while others
watch,
uneasy stirring ripples through.
My skin so
creeping, fleas about.
~Stephen Kingsnorth
brick kiln –
arranging my labour
in
rows and columns
~Daipayan Nair
stranded
vessels the clasp of ice
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
a hill of ants
within each hill
an
ant hill
~Rupa Anand
heartwarming
she places his valentine
in
the fireplace
~Robert Witmer
heat haze
swift screams cauterise
polythene
air
~John Hawkhead
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