to be who I am a swarm of flies
- Lithica Ann, USA
you get what you get winter moss
- Kristen Lindquist, USA
what we might have been lost in the yellow yarrow
- Herb Tate, UK
morning fog clearing his throat of crows
- Rich Schilling, USA
flying turkeys in the room she calls hers
- Margaret Walker, USA
aftertaste of the word she wears peonies
- Ashish Narain, Philippines
genderless all my life in a whale’s carcass
- Lithica Ann, USA
no escaping sunlit razor wire forsythia
- LeRoy Gorman, Canada
dandelion if not now then when seeds
- Antoinette Cheung, Canada
witching hour feeding my baby into the blackbird
- Meera Rehm, Nepal
