The dusk has descended upon narrow lanes,
a curious mist swirls around. …
(by Nick Baker)


If a mirror can quite manifestly reflect
true to life charm or absence thereof, …
(by Enrique Mercado)


In the garden last autumn we planted anew
fifty bulbs yet asleep in the ground, …
(by R. Mark Vincent )

then came knowledge

tell me how can it be, that so many are blind
in what’s left of the world that God made …
(by Bill Lindsay)

Well Song

There’s a well clothed in moss at the base of the hill
with a lid that is slid o’er the top, …
(by Nancy Sobanik)