Sunday Morning

by John Glowney
And the gray patches of sky over the house today / are nothing that a fresh coat of paint and some lilacs / wouldn’t fix.

So Slow That It Sounds True

by Vanessa Tamm
You remember running barefoot on a long road that spiraled down a mountain, and the road was wet, and bits of gravel cut into your soles.

Metastasis

by Ja’net Danielo
Our lives are a series / of black gaps. Someone I love is dying & this is what / I say to myself, not knowing what it means.

Capturing the Scent of Rain

by Karen Paul Holmes
Our ancestors taught us to love / the scent because we need rain / to survive

Lullaby for My Brother

by Carmen Fought
When I listen for your heart / I listen with my hands, / I listen with a hand on your chest