a script of my soul’s story half wakefulness
~Arvinder Kaur
a thousand words
a picture
says
a thousand words,
so does
your silence.
~linda m. crate
simplicity
complexity;
poetry
is wishy-
washy
~Noah Berlatsky
on the grill
hickory-smoked
robot bones
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
when
you're drowning
high functioning
depression
means getting ignored
when you're drowning
because they say you
know how to swim.
~linda m. crate
the hit list
made us wonder who
had been a target,
and who hadn't been;
the school wouldn't say—
just expelled him
for it.
~linda m. crate
gone with the geese the initial of your name
~Arvinder Kaur
my worries break the surface ice crusted snow
~Morag Elizabeth Humble
funeral we speak in flowers
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
empty bin unfolding of my loud thoughts
~Arvinder Kaur
winter dusk a little girl’s brightest smile
~Tejendra Sherchan
beauty
the
moon
is beautiful in
all of her phases,
so am i.
~linda m. crate
winter rains
the scent of wet dog
on
my couch
~Morag Elizabeth Humble
hibernation
—
his life has the merit
on earth
~Maria Cristina Pulvirenti
siren
eyes
i mistook the sirens in
your eyes for
mermaids,
until they tried
drowning me.
~linda m. crate
night
of celebration —
with a cheeky smile the elf
fades in
air
~Maria Cristina Pulvirenti
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