Welcome back to another …
Category: Issue 17.2
summer’s end
the …
cottonwood seed
a wish
from…
lavender
even the old stems…
a call to prayer
by the sea…
her plastic pail…
the real world
within the…
Muscle Beach
the effortless…
autumn boardwalk
all that’s…
the
librarian
shakes
sand… vacation’s end —…
weekday morning
pulling…
Tokyo metro
the ebb and flow…
Hiroshima Day
hydrangeas…
so many nightmares
this …
birth announcement
the …
free Wi-Fi . . .
each…
birds drift
over the meadow…
bones decaying
into data…
a breeze beyond rhetoric…
bases loaded…
the…
mid-summer
a goldfinch …
fire hydrant
barefooted…
morning glories
tighten…
a murder of crows …
I inhale
and my lungs fill…
hospice
another deadline…
the mosquito mesh
pixelating…
full moon
the wolf
in my dog’s…
I am drawn
to the darkness…
old ruin —
a roof of bougainvillea…
ancient temple
the face …
bullet points
on gun control…
winter weary
war wounds…
arms wide
I lean against …
Getaways
Pushing the mop…
November
I turn myself over…
sunrise…
a beggar’s…
goodwill
chained to the …
caught again
talking to …
yard sale —
the old rug pulled…
Ancestors’ Day–…
siblings…
the different…
dinner with my ex –…
war news
my second helping…
far thunder-
how long without…
the edge
of the unspoken …
a horse’s eye
on the…
coming home
to no new messages…
wild mint
all my should-haves…
cut flowers
the short life…
the importance
of small …
leaves turning the yesterdays…
rain on plums
the honk of …
all the wealth
that he left…
bare winter
tree shadows…
meditation class
a stray…
mountain trail ……
filling me completely
the…
first violin–
the…
first day of classes
the …
school windows
filled with…
her scars
deeper than bone…
somewhere a waterfall
I …
snow moon —
the light from…
slow rain …
by a roadside…
dry stone wall
Paddington…
closing the picture book…
cold light another empty…
codependent
a flaw
deep …
February rain . . .
yet still…
the soft knocking
of my pulse…
moonrise
a bullfrog
greets…
stillness
the kayak
breaks…
one cast
after another
measuring…
sunset fishing the…
solar eclipse
I fill my wheelbarrow…
autumn equinox
the truck…
twining the tendrils
of …
high-plains hut
the swirl…
our small fire
through a …
the high meadow
a cicada’s…