I will hide
deep in this forest
tell stories
to giants
a thousand years old
~Sharon Ferrante
Busy Route
a glass-bottom bus
to see who’s thrown under it
Washington, D.C.
~John H. Dromey
the identity crisis we all have waning moon
~Arvinder Kaur
my forgiveness a beast with too many heads
~Joana Figueiredo
another depth to the sunset orange bombing stops
~Arvinder Kaur
Kicking up clouds of dust I made promises I can’t fulfill
~Joana Figueiredo
soliloquy who do I think I am?
~John Hawkhead
long breakup again and again this mailer demon
~Arvinder Kaur
through the window life goes on
~Jennifer Gurney
juxta I have no position
~Sharon Ferrante
hearing my life in the lyrics the blues
~Jennifer Gurney
I am living in half delirium
for the third day in a row
I am running laps around my sanity
~Joana Figueiredo
Kitten died at the end of the day
Alive can't be that dead
Throat can't be that quiet
I buried a kitten in a computer box
Next to the grave without a cemetery, I planted a tree
I still remember how I called our son a kitten
In my old age, I will remember how I planted a tree, raised a son and built a new
house for my son
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
(Previously published in The Gorko Gazette)
trying to fix
my head with things
from the junk drawer
~Amber Winter
Summer evening—
a cicada sings in my town
silencing all its noise
~Tejendra Sherchan
transit ward
the nurse
moves
from one patient to the next
wearing the same gloves
~Tuyet Van Do
in the end
his claws
never scratched
the loneliness
out of me
~Joana Figueiredo
under the heat dome
does any damn fool
still say don't sweat it
~dan smith
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