at the crossroads
arrows go left, go right
to the same place

Barbara Taylor

Marietta McGregor

ferry crossing
a mist softly shrouds
everything us

M Faz

tulip fields
back home the liquid ambers
are turning red

Vanessa Proctor

again checking
its expiry date . . .
unused passport

Marietta McGregor

Marietta McGregor

day’s last wave
only the seagull heading
out to sea

Marietta McGregor

Marietta McGregor

birch breeze
another year                       
of locked dreams

Madhuri Pillai

Marietta McGregor

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