her breath -
the air i
become
~Vijay Prasad
GPS
when did I stop
leading
my life
~Anne Fox
Empty sidewalks feel
like sitting in the closet
with a bottle of spiced rum.
Unnatural, disgustingly comfortable,
That place I can easily go back to,
Time
and again.
~R.C. McClennen
rain-glazed streets
a sax solo drifts
from
an open window
~Joseph P. Wechselberger
his death poem
scribbled
on a napkin
hospice
~Joseph P. Wechselberger
letting
my guard down
I get sick
every school holiday
~Jennifer
Gurney
heard
there was
a power vacuum for
exclusionary journals
please
consider us for your
next impersonal form rejection
~Jerome
Berglund
holy
war swiss accounts
~Jerome Berglund
needles
of ice in the peace march wind
~John Hawkhead
counselling
a word to the whys
~John Hawkhead
as
if there was not a worry migrating geese
~Mona Bedi
all
the stars i never saw insomnia
~Mona Bedi
sea
glass what the years make of us
~Mona Bedi
fading
Polaroids of my childhood
~Joseph P. Wechselberger
bus(k)
stop no one paying to get on board
~Debbie Strange
a
flood of lies we lose the (moral) high ground
~Debbie Strange
social
media all the time we spend quiddling . . .
~Debbie Strange
still searching
in all poinsettias
a
deserted love
~Tejendra Sherchan
fish curry
the cat licking
the
empty bowl
~Debarati Sen
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