By Cheryl Caesar

(What one reader said of Cheryl’s poem: your poem sent chills throughout my body! I love the juxtaposition of the moth and spider and the rally of people with wings of resistance~At first, it is only a blurring of wings,”

a frenzied sphere of movement. So fast

I cannot discern color or shape. Nearly all

its mass has turned to energy, vibrating

in the lower left corner of my kitchen window.

I go to lift the sash, and see

for the first time a small dark dot

gliding down the white frame, its eight

legs motionless. Arriving at the captive,

who is not trapped between panes, but tethered

By Traci Neal

(What one readers commented on Traci’s poem: Thank you for your deed of words...Registered! "Dig Through The Darkness"...Yes! "Fight to be a sanctuary"...What an amazing goal to fight for. LiVe Long Enough to LoVe Your Self. Nourish inner power. Reach farther .”)

in the mind. Thinking is a thing

to be thickened. Shadows are shells.

They suffer sadness at certain times.

Depression dumped its lies on me.

I debated with death as a teenager,

but won wellness by choosing life.

I left bitterness alone, threw it away.

By Neil Vincent Scott

respect and honor
    courage and compassion
           gratitude and grace

these i wish for you
as we recognize and remember

those
     whose
          lives
              were
                   lost

in the countless battles of our lifetime