~Roberta Beach Jacobson
Life’s a garden
So dig it
Sunlit sky
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
midori cocktail
the neon-green hue
of my alienness
~Jackie Chou
waxing crescent moon
posting photos of myself
at my thinnest
~Jackie Chou
Song of Songs
Singing with singing to other singing walks the song, or is it the here or is it the there who walks
and comes and thithers.
~John Vlachos
Pigeons and Condors
A precious mockery of some such ritual, when today suddenly disappears in the exclamations of
pigeons and the screeches of condors.
~John Vlachos
ferryman
the cost to cross
the blood-brain barrier
~Cynthia Anderson
séance
the deceased dictates
a Yelp review of
the funeral home
~John J. Dunphy
Memorial Day
a veteran
who survived combat
now dead
from suicide
~John J. Dunphy
sleepy village—
dawn light touches
a fading moon
~Subhash Roy Choudhury
just enough
sun wakes me
~Maya Daneva
No Heights
Must be
T H I S
brave
to enter country.
~Chad Parenteau
butterfly wings
so fragile
our democracy
~Jan Stretch
meltwater
the trickle-down effect
of my pain
~Kirsten Cliff Elliot
moonset fly-tipping my silent migraine
~Kirsten Cliff Elliot
Bach to the future the organist’s striped socks
~Cynthia Anderson
hitting the bottom of this small talk
~Maya Daneva
what this tulip hides first bee
~Maya Daneva
spring yoga the day is stretching out
~Maya Daneva
palm reading so tangled my lines
~Mona Iordan
moonshadows falling into new craters
~Patricia Hawkhead
under the covers scars that can’t be heard
~Patricia Hawkhead
sunset carving shadows in stone
~Patricia Hawkhead
rising up to swallow a star sickle moon
~Tejendra Sherchan
stop killing each other for Pete's sake
~dan smith
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