what if

I would wake up inside a peony small like an elf and it’s sunday

two pinkish mice
track for mask parcels
summer wind

Isabella Kramer

two gembun

chanting a mantra

we are mostly
made up
of wind and words

death anniversary

a cool breeze
turns the page
for me

Gabriel Bates

dust in the inkwell…

midnight train–
the journey back
to deepest darkest Peru

Susan Beth Furst