crocheted lace
the gaps
in my feminism
~words and image Kelly Moyer
—death
poem:
to "punctuate";
(or!) not ...?
~Joseph
P. Wechselberger
ghosts
of christmas past
haunt my television
~Melissa Dennison
storm
front
sipping coffee the color
of the sky
~Joseph P.
Wechselberger
tuning
her guitar
steam rising
from the subway grate
~Joseph
P. Wechselberger
unlocking her door
she suspects
nothing
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
my brain
has decided
to play this memory
forever
thanks, brain
~Noah Berlatsky
autumn deepens
in old photo album
lost silence
~Fatma Zohra Habis
the room where it happens just visiting
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
crossing
the river styx...
ancestors rush to greet me
~Melissa Dennison
snapping
at my heels
r
e
j
e
c
t
bites
o
n
~Melissa Dennison
new year's inbox:
same old ads
and sales
~Melissa Dennison
wizened oak
a tree upon which to hang
your memory
~words
and image Kelly Moyer
from the line art of Molly Harrison
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