Thrilled to have one sijo and one free verse poem (respectively) selected for this "challenge" issue!
Joy and Sorrow
The things I recall from childhood—horses and hay, sisters and snow.
We danced under curtains of northern lights and sang until morning.
Brushfires in their greediness eat the remnants of our past.
The Way I Remember It
Christmas Eve, lit by mothwings of snowflakes fluttering against tradition's candles, incinerated until nothing remained but an ashy wafer of poverty dissolving upon the tongue of childhood.
