cold winter night
pictures from scrapbooks
keep us warm

Josh Lane

lost love . . .
I gaze at faded
photos

Dee Wood

weightless
floating beneath the waves
I breathe

Willa Heath

summer moon
above the ocean
stretched out in the sand

Marcia Gordon

cold winter night
pictures from scrapbooks
keep us warm

weightless
floating beneath the waves
I breathe

weightless
floating beneath the waves
I breathe

top half champion =

flickering candles
betrayal surrounds me
only for one night
 

bottom quarter champion =

flickering candles
betrayal surrounds me
only for one night

snowy night
the winding road
narrows

flickering candles
betrayal surrounds me
only for one night

snowy night
the winding road
narrows

Josh Lane

storm coming
snow shovel
sits by the door

Glen Sims

flickering candles
betrayal surrounds me
only for one night

Dee Woods

the new moon
sunrise for
forbidden lovers

Jenifer Hagen

top half champion =

flickering candles
betrayal surrounds me
only for one night
 

champion =

flickering candles
betrayal surrounds me
only for one night
 

bottom half champion =

rainy evening
mother and daughter
rolling the dough
 

Hawaiian warmth
oily water
from the sunken ship

Josh Lane

wind blowing…
      over the water
rocking boats

Glen Sims

a newborn sleeps
parents await
a beckoning cry

Jenifer Hagen

autumn chill
quiet forest
awakened by daybreak

Marcia Gordon

Hawaiian warmth
oily water
from the sunken ship

a newborn sleeps
parents await
a beckoning cry

top quarter champion =

Hawaiian warmth
oily water
from the sunken ship

bottom half champion =

rainy evening
mother and daughter
rolling the dough
 

bottom quarter champion =

rainy evening
mother and daughter
rolling the dough

rainy evening
mother and daughter
rolling the dough

warm summer evening
the base runner
 slides into home

rainy evening
mother and daughter
rolling the dough

Marcia Gordon

father and son
      fog across
the water

Glen Sims

warm summer evening
the base runner
 slides into home

Josh Lane

at the bottom of the hill
a turtle on its back
my husband laughs

Willa Heath