It’s Too Dark, April 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni

“I love you, but I can’t see you right now,” she turned away from him, “it’s too dark.” Owls are nocturnal and hunt in the dark. Like panthers that prefer their blackness. The sun’s corona lent its name, and blackness spread pandemically, Turning her away. Absenting her from him. Like black is the absence of … Continue reading It’s Too Dark, April 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni

To My Sister 4/21/2020 by Amaryllis Doyle

I love you but can’t see you nowOn your birthday, tomorrowWe’re both in the high risk categoryfor covid-19’s tragedy I didn’t come in Winterbecause of icy weather.I can’t come now in Spring‘cause of this virus thing. The photo of your daffodilsBrings a satisfying show.Ours are showing promiseAs the buds out wait the snow You were … Continue reading To My Sister 4/21/2020 by Amaryllis Doyle

I love you, Aunt Ellen, but I can’t see you right now… by Judyann Grant

Like the jigsaw puzzle that lay in a thousand pieces on my dining room table, the corona virus turned our lives into a jumble of sharp edges, disjointed bits and oddly shaped pieces. It was the best of times. The natural world took a deep breath for the first time in centuries. People on pause … Continue reading I love you, Aunt Ellen, but I can’t see you right now… by Judyann Grant

Directional by Ruth Ann Dandrea

My front door opens to the east.My back door opens to the north.Patio doors open south. Onlywindows look west. This morning’ssun rises bright in the eastern sky,but dark clouds come from the westto eat it up. Another train moansa low whistle along its southerntrack, saying, “Somebody’s goingsomewhere.” But it isn’t me. I wait.Sitting in the … Continue reading Directional by Ruth Ann Dandrea

April Haiku by Susan Jefts

One moment, earthshinepure white rain from soundless skysparrow eyes shining North facing windowwe open and then leave openrain dripping off eaves Porch screen undulateslike shadows of heron wingsseeking their shelter Cool wind off the lakespring slips in through blue shadowsred buds sing to joy This morning, no newsonly wind chimes, eggs sizzlingred pepper and thyme … Continue reading April Haiku by Susan Jefts