starlight | watercolor on paper
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

life as a cephalopod – 10 'ku

the orcas return just a few deaths today 

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another messiah
crawls out of the woodwork . . .
public lockdown

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the key in your pocket dreams a kingdom of snakes

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piles of red leaves hanging on the raven’s every word

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out of the question a cockroach scuttles around

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the rotten fruit birds eat my face

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snowflakes under my city life as a cephalopod

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the mermaid’s tongue her love letters become a swarm of bees

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amber rain
a horde of ghosts roam
the clone factory

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she comes downstairs
wearing nothing but a fox mask —
cabin fever

John McManus

wet feet between daffodils

fugue in concrete
the violets nobody planted

a birds whistle PERFECT
finding a golden coin in mud

self-isolation
cat’s best birthday ever

complex cloud patterns
someone’s new language
drifts high above

wooden terrace
the stupid goldfish jumps
out of his glass again

covid-19 or not
the birch has born
new petals

the spring-like smile
of an empty park bench

Isabella Kramer

Exo-Valentines

blurred and sharp
its lack of shadow
or surface
is both tactile
and alien

that’s how I love
an off-world marriage
neo-phase datum

“terran du jour”
you say…
adding:
“au rapport du jour”

the octopads
change dna to match mine
different climates

who said three bears
couldn’t find each other
Goldilocks planet

Alan Summers