by Alison

golden summer moon

rests low in my neighbor’s field -

our worlds keep shifting

by Alison

old tables, dishware,

velvet chairs thrown by the curb -

everything is free

by Kelly

in 9 p.m. sun

neighborhood kids start their game

of red light green light

by Alison

a woman curses

at a boy leaving her house -

sunlight burns the ground

by Alison

I used to think a

tree was just a tree until

I lived amongst them

by Alison

like a city girl

I run home with my puppy

as bats swoop above

by Alison

Independents chat

with Dems and Repubs at a

Granite State potluck

by Kelly

Nala always barks

but today she howled…howled…howled–

huskie loneliness

by Kelly

afternoon school bus

makes a stop on every block –

practice in patience

by Alison

A neighbor tells me,

“Be sure to wear red or orange -

It’s hunting season.”