ceremonial walk
you are here wrapped
in nature’s heart
Rose van Son
late afternoon
gazanias turn westward
to a setting sun
Beverley George
lost
behind my mother’s smile—
the paths we used to travel
Lysa Collins
city where i know
nobody
— familiar faces
Duncan Richardson
waking the dead
my fingers brush
the walls of Troy
Marilyn Humbert
Echidna Tracks 