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
Language into Magic by Robert Bulman
I want to be a poet/ for all the wrong reasons/ to see my name in print// to leave a legacy for my son
Certainty in Nice by John Drudge
When we were young/ And in love/ In Nice/ In the courtyard/ Of the small villa/ Under a crisp moon
Eki (The Station) by Tamiko Dooley
I was sitting on the station platform when I saw you/ You were standing in the last carriage
Dawn by Koyel Mitra
The bejeweled night sky/ Waits eagerly/ For a tryst.// The yellow orb/ Peeps smilingly from its lair/ In anticipation
through the waves by Laurel Benjamin
a whale gliding past/ clouds of spray/ in your body/ you recognized it/ when quiet/ a forest of pressure
Planet Nine by Sarah Henry
A big thing spins/ in space. A huge/ object’s gravity/ pulls on debris/ beyond Neptune./ This seems exotic
In October the House Draws Near the Woods by James Owens
The maple's red leaves/ lick the fumbling wind/ and break their bindings.// I, too, want flight, the desire
The Dreamcatcher by Katrenia G. Busch
Captured within the web of dreams/ Nothing is as it seems// Waken from the gates of sleep/ Do my eyes
Turning Myself Over To the Sea by Lois Perch Villemaire
Floating on my back,/ the current becomes a compass,/ and guides my course,/ My mind is calmed as
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