one way
car conversation
from father
Mira Walker
an old friend
comes calling
petal breeze . . .
Rob Scott
waning crescent—
my wedding band mark
almost gone
Rob Scott
all-day rain poring over my father’s old travel diaries
Mark Miller
mother’s arms
the gentle sway
of the train carriage
Stella Damarjati
lost
behind my mother’s smile—
the paths we used to travel
Lysa Collins
Echidna Tracks 