Object of my vision by Tapeshwar Prasad
How do you hold, Sphinx/ into your desert eyes/ Beholden I take a look/ at my pupil/ Blackness
Quilling Mind by Anila Arun Pillai
Mere minnow laid low/ Pulled over to the peak/ Demeaning found core full/ Moon milk lit sky stood
Mt. & by Janet Bowdan
We wanted to climb Mt. Ampersand but/ that day, the day we had set ourselves/ the goal not just of
Practice by Shane Schick
Usually on a dining room chair,/ occasionally amid a field of grass,/ a few times in a moving car/ and one
luna by N.F. Kimball
i feel that aching moon/ pulling my recreation/ letting go of that sweet lament
Green by Jan Ball
Would that I could wear this rural green,/ the July soybeans tone on the distant hills,/ the green needles
Rainy Day by Sarika Jaswani
Soft sopping mizzle/ on dusky gloom of window pane// thunder creases somber covers on
Nighthawks, But It’s A Tuesday Afternoon by Eve Dineva
Creamy-butter amber spills through/ the thick window blinds to drip inside/ in heavy beads, the colour
Nuclear Family by Lisa Molina
Electrons whirring buzzing/ orbiting around much larger/ protons and neutrons.// Positively charged protons
Rest in the Whirlwind by Jason Heroux
The world is more/ worldly than it seems./ Like a green evening// leaf darkening/ into a night so green
Mama by R. Skye Lambert
Mama is crying again.// I hate it when she cries/ Try so hard to tuck myself/ into a place where I don’t
Nighttime Observation by Peggy Heitmann
See/ the lawn chairs? That is us sitting there./ waiting for a harvest moon/ to saunter its way across the sky.
Summer Afternoon by Mike Dillon
A hot wind flays the cottonwood/ to a leaf-shadow school of trout/ swaying one way then the other
Mindless by Joanne Durham
Wake up early,/ day still sleeps/ outside/ stars and moon/ whisper/ we waited/ so we wouldn’t/ miss you
Daisies by Daniel Birnbaum
She opens her bag/ she finds an old picture/ she did not know was there/ memories pop up/ like spring
A Place to Call Home by Kylan Tatum
tonight, i sat on the porch to watch, to listen./ to watch those walk by listen/ to unheard melodies in the
As We Sat in the Restaurant by Ivo Drury
You asked which type of water/ I saw a lazy river/ lollygagging through foothills/ within a hike of its source
Progress by John Hicks
A small shadow inquires morning light/ onto the cushion of the wicker chair./ I trace it to the chair’s arm.
Fairy Light by Sophie Jupillat Posey
Green. Green, green, green./ Green mist and sunlight filtering through the trees,/ A gossamer spiderweb
Note for my Father watching Comets by Kim Malinowski
Comets are icy bodies of gas and rock,/ conglomeration of pieces and personality. / They arc across the night sky
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