Overtones by Jamie Spenser
one note on a big Steinway/ with the sustain petal down/ sounds/ like a whole song/ the overtones light up
Passing By by M.J. Iuppa
Standing alone in the wood’s lowlight, I/ look closely at everything I’ve ignored in/ my passing by—
blue can be this by Pearl Button
blue can be this: the indigo gleam of bodies/ bounding ecstatically inside the skin of the world.
Ice Moon by Kevin Stadt
thin winds slant methane sleet/ ammonic cryomagma/ flash freezing/ over dunes,/ rivers, seas,/ frigid rocks
Lost Songs by Meg Weston
In a restaurant in Italy they dine/ on songbirds. A delicacy – so delicious—/ they say, crunching the
Parenthetical by Robert L. Penick
11:45 on a Sunday morning, the dog asleep at your feet./ Thirty-three degrees outside and a drizzle threatening
Reunion by Carol Edwards
The ocean is gentle today/ benignly chasing children and dogs and gulls/ trailing after me like a
Blizzard of Love by Alan Catlin
Every day for a year/ she sent him a card/ with a snow flake/ on it with increasingly/ more ardent proclamations
The Botanical Diviner by Shelly Jones
In the morning, she rips sage leaves,/ brittle fingernails rending soft flesh,/ steeps salvia, asters in
Dark petunia by Prachi Kholia
Do not look for me/ Because I am not there./ Black petunia in the snow/ Think of dawn,/ That’s where
Ovid by Dawid Juraszek
things change/ not me who said it first/ but might as well have/ for you said it best// weaved it best
Persephone by Katrina Kaye
I hold the seeds/ between my teeth,/ squeeze till the/ slightest of juices/ eases on tongue.
Pledged by Ross Thompson
Bedtime but abruptly interrupted by the scuff/ of a manilla envelope being clumsily shoved/ underneath
Lullaby by Janet Jones Stebbins
Snow does not turn to rain along the coast,/ and green fields are enough to feed the hungry.// The
St. Paul de Vence by John Drudge
In the small French town/ In the mountains/ On the winding streets/ Narrow and beguiling/ With shadows
An enchanted moment from bee-like autumn by Paweł Markiewicz
the last autumn - bee/ just before epiphany/ beehive fulfilled?/ bee looking at fall/ in the beehive – wings
Acrylic in Canvas by Gopal Lahiri
Moaning in the cries of dove,/ house sparrows and low clouds fill in/ not two-toned,/ but grey all the
Origin Stories by Frances Klein
Being alive on this planet/ means acknowledging that all things/ were once something else./ That sponge
The Crickets’ Melody by Anisa Mughal
The cycle repeats. Crickets sing their songs,/ Gleaming stars pose against obsidian sky,/ The universe
Fizzling Currents by R.M. Scott
thick energy beckoned/ to cross into untamed woods/ its pull, a shadowy cove/ of forbidden shudder
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