tulip fields
back home the liquid ambers
are turning red
Vanessa Proctor
goat-bell sonata
a jingling scale, up then down
the clef of Mount Athos
Maria Vouis
waking the dead
my fingers brush
the walls of Troy
Marilyn Humbert
city lights
whether to buy kerouac
or Snyder
Gregory Piko
long haul . . .
cloudwatching
from the window seat
Vanessa Proctor
Echidna Tracks 