the dust gathers
on the picture frame
forgotten

James Osmun (6)

closed eyes
catch your movement
watching the whole time

blue plastic sack
filled with gusty breaths
dances under streetlights

Stefanie Lovelass (2)

teased bottle blonde hair
disguises dark brows
Long Island roots

or

Long Island roots
teased bottle blonde hair
disguises dark arched brows

communal gallon
raspberry sherbet
between friends

afterbirth
womb filled
with longing

darkness
creeps across the room
mom closes the door

James Osmun (2)

my thoughts;
        space between
  raindrops

blinds drawn
against the world
curling up with a blankie

she pushes hard,
he escapes, cries,
her belly now empty

in your eyes
           i see myself
      just a reflection

Maureen Yates (8)

the fiddler
plays Melancholy
the night sky

Ryan Hosler

Sunday morning
laying in the grass
an empty beer bottle

Brock Peoples (4)

sitting by the phone
waiting
it never rings

declining to give blood
she shows the scars
of her recent attempt

or

declining to give blood
she hides the scars
of her recent attempt

Brock Peoples (7)

first all-nighter
the coffee pot
stands empty