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Deborah Karl-Brandt
The Peace of Winter
With every book I sell, with every piece of clothing I give away, with every one of my old toys I bury deep into the trash bin, I feel a bone deep tiredness creeping into my soul. I know, I know, I have to let go. But please tell me, my dear, can you miss a place where you still live? Yes or no?
moving out
before settling in
the hermit crab
Deborah Karl-Brandt, *1981, lives in Sinzig with her husband, two rabbits and numerous books. Her poems have been widely published, earned her some honorable mentions and the 2nd place in the 2021 Pula Film Festival Haiku Contest.
Anthony Lusardi
the highway asphalt. reeks of exhaust and burnt rubber. the cars and trucks go by. the sun boiling and you rotting.
Chen-ou Liu
snow crystals
on my neighbor’s windows …
Foreclosure askew
& more
Shasta Hatter
Empty Basket
Driving down the boulevard, I see large trees decorated with pink and white blossoms, evergreens tower over houses, trees flourish with spring greenery.