gentle breeze blows
cold upon my neck–
stepping through a ghost
~Jennifer Gurney
under garage door
is guy trapped half-in
or half-out
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
the song was sung long ago
the echo still remains
of voices faint and far off
I do not know the words
~Ann Christine Tabaka
searching for your heart in the hayloft
~Patricia Hawkhead
trembling time wound tight enough to show, don’t tell
~Mark Gilbert
two in the morning
I am awake
I must write
three in the afternoon
I am drained
the ink ran dry
~Ann Christine Tabaka
glistening temptation
I drink from the source
with cupped hands
my muse
played by an actress
~Mark Gilbert
the trees are barren–
reminding me
of me
~Jennifer Gurney
Boredom
The man,
bored
with
life,
drooped like
a
wilting flower
unwatered
and left to dry out
on
a windowsill, blinds drawn in lunar eclipse.
~Steve
Gerson
Autumn, will you stop?
The leaves fall; the clock turns back.
But the leaves still fall.
~Noah Berlatsky
superhero
fly
in
give
the presentation
take
questions
have
a beer
fly
out
~Mark Gilbert
clouds stately & silent
my migraine
squirming & slithery
~Mark Gilbert
