discussing society’s expectations Pringle’s can
~Joshua St. Claire
thoughts
of you wake so much earlier than I do
~Sharon Ferrante
in
the morning not knowing who you are
~Joseph
P. Wechselberger
daydream—
I tap the shoulder
of
who I become
~Sharon Ferrante
this river
won’t see me
too many leaves
floating
over
my reflection
~Sharon Ferrante
from one emptiness
to another—
falling star
~John Pappas
ignoring
the police tape
ladybugs
~John Pappas
waiting room
we silently watch
reruns
of cheers
~John
Pappas
first dream
I fill a winter page
with crows
~John Pappas
dwindling
light
I swallow the lies
told by mother
~Rowan Beckett
now with a new and improved formula
mock orange
~Joshua St. Claire
the careful curation
of his only bookshelf
Zoom meeting
~Joshua St. Claire
dead mall
a
killdeer leads me away
from broken asphalt
~Joshua St. Claire
when the word
is silence
we dare not
repeat
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
zen
of paper moons
hole puncher
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
flea market
a vintage six-string
with only four
~Joseph P. Wechselberger
crumpled white papers yet the canary in the cage still sings
~Joseph P. Wechselberger
2 a.m. reading a neighborhood dog sleepless too
~Joseph P. Wechselberger
pandas on a plane bamboo diplomacy
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
fireflies in a jar burying my never-child
~Rowan Beckett
wish splitting a bone enters between the fates
~Rowan Beckett
d)us(t
~Rowan Beckett
treading water the deep end of august
~John Pappas
anxiety filling the sky with swallows everything
~John Pappas
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