every city grows vertically
snow falls vertically
the coffin is
horizontal
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
Shadows in Jail
Shadows from the snow fence
stretch in jail-cell menace
across the drift blowing higher
in an attempt to escape
and race across the flats
to riot between highway lines
in the do-not-pass zone.
~Diane Webster
Sleep Still
Ponderosa pine needles
encased in ice weave
together like a spider web
knitted with January’s
breath frozen silent
so the predator spider
still sleeps its hibernation.
~Diane Webster
Path View
Barbed wire spirals
around wooden fence post
like cartoon bumblebee’s
path dotted for the audience's
viewing pleasure.
~Diane Webster
diamonds underfoot one grain of rice glistens
~Richard Magahiz
bird drinks voice
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
off the map coast-to-coast madness
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
the old master bleeds scriptures written in water
~Richard Magahiz
If I had a time machine
I would go back
and helplessly change nothing.
I would have no power to change anything.
But at least they would not have happened
all the things we knew would happen
and could not stop.
~Noah Berlatsky
like a crooked bone
rubbing against
its socket
a sputtering
inner
planet
~Richard Magahiz
Journey or Destination
If the tree had never grown
on top of the hill,
would the side-by-side
trails of the road
have been made
to reach it?
~Diane Webster
