Sighting by Lisa Creech Bledsoe
born morning/ coffee/ steam-drift/ peripheral—did you?/ slipping movement/ downridge: brown, lean
Life in Still Greens by Kara Knickerbocker
Picture the honeysuckle wild in January wind:/ knots of branches, muscles tensing./ The ash tree
Herb Song by Sally Zakariya
I conjure the perfect herb garden in my mind:/ anise, basil, cardamom, fennel nestling/ in alphabetical order
Precious Beauty by Amanda Jane
A crystal clear/ Tear// Drifting/ Slowly// From a precious/ Emerald eye// Landing/ Gently// On to my/ Feathered
Electricity by Robert Pegel
I was here with you for a long time./ You must have learned something./ Keep walking,/ far past
Blooming Bud by Sushant Thapa
Dare not to think in your imagination that/ Somebody might pluck you./ Bloom with all the anchorage and
Memories by Rose Menyon Heflin
Distant mountains echo,/ Thunderous,/ In my heart./ Meanwhile, my mind/ Sways gently/ To looming branches
Emerging by Lisa Molina
How to reach the center?/ Holding together this universe,/ that by some law of physics/ Is pulling itself
In Sweet Repose by Craig McGeady
I tasted from the brook, sucking from/ my cupped hands the crushed shards/ catching sunlight to
I Think I’ll Build a Garden by Meridian Reid
The yard is bare and desolate/ Patches of grass laid out here and there/ Weeds have taken over/ A fool’s
Lullaby by M. Jay Dixit
lullaby of rain/ raining on rain/ fills the night/ while the village sleeps
Four Seasons by Ash Slade
the buckets up high/ pouring wide on us below,/ white mountain washed out./ flowers droop in rain
Sea and Sky by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal
Sea and sky/ show me your/ blue music,/ bring me waves,/ raindrops, and/ pleasant views./ I will take/ rhythm
The Dreamery Inshore by Paweł Markiewicz
A dreamed ship has gone aground/ at the most marvelous and dreamiest afterglow./ The mast
The Two Roads by Oindri Sengupta
The roads are two./ One that leads you to the alleyways of dreams,/ And other to the land of distant
Atmosphere by Byron Beynon
The sound of doors/ shutting inside/ anonymous rooms/ during the quiet/ hours when there is still/ light
In Silence the Word Whispers by Ruan Bradford Wright
Quando fiam uti chelidon// The musk rose folds upon herself/ like a mother, keening// Hush now –// don't
A Country Funeral (Madrigal) by David Harrison Horton
This day is extremely long./ The sun is setting by the hills./ Everyone says to stay strong./ At the wake, we
Beached by John Short
She left him like a boat/ when the tide has gone out,/ sandbank hours; lost hope./ Stole his dreams to
Like the tide by DS Maolalai
the doppler of traffic/ on a quiet/ sunday morning/ washes through sunrise/ like a seashore/ and the
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