morning light
Spring settles
on the forsythia
—Françoise Maurice
protest march
singing and dancing
in the reign
—John Pappas
boulevard blues
the breathy vocals
of a neon glow
—John Pappas
winter grape
a lullaby sung
to herself
—John Pappas
wintersweet
this wish to
bloom again
—John Pappas
summer breeze
a field full of poppies –
walking with Monet
—Aleksandra Rybczyńska
his last road trip
my friend arrives
at the cemetery
—John J. Dunphy
outdoor nativity scene
one of the Wise Men
facing the wrong way
—John J. Dunphy
first storm...
searching for the shirt
he is wearing
—Mohua Maulik
hostel gate—
a gust of wind scatters
the empty nest
—Mohua Maulik
north wind
the banyan tree grows
its own prosthesis
—Mohua Maulik
another lie
told to the wife
ice fishing
—Mircea Moldovan
horror movie
in the popcorn bag
a rat tail
—Mircea Moldovan
autumn
evening
live
feed
from
mars
—Lev Hart
end of autumn
I doubt the movie
will get much better
—Lev Hart
skyful of stars how do i fill my emptiness
—Lev Hart
end of harvest
the gods pack up
and move on
—Lev Hart
Editor's Note: These texts are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
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Timothy and Oana
in my mind
you shouldn't get married
loud and louder ...
we're like two vacuum cleaners
sucking at each other
—Chen-ou Liu
first cold
my son walks
in my shoes
—Carmela Marino
sunset light
traces of loneliness
on the armchair
—Carmela Marino
a cup of coffee
the warmth left
by his hands
—Carmela Marino
the pungent scent
of ground ink—
Minnesota lake
—Dennis Owen Frohlich
tapping maple trees
my novel-writing secret
revealed
—Dennis Owen Frohlich
their protestations
go with them
migrating geese
—Keith Evetts
in the middle
of the long cold night
we cuddle
—Keith Evetts
fog drapes
winter chill
the heart’s quiet ache
a warm, lost blanket
distant summer
—Banasmita Das
spring fly
my sick dog
comes to life
—Vladislav Hristov
rice field
the way she walks
through the silence
quiet morning
a symphony of shoes
squeaking in the snow
—Vladislav Hristov
Editor's Note: This haiga is from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
—Belinda Behne
Editor's Note: This haiga is from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
Editor's Note: These are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
USB port
always slotting it
the wrong way
—Jay Friedenberg
Rorschach clouds
the disapproving glare
of dad's face
—Jay Friedenberg
after the rain…
a bellflower greeting
the moon
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
peonies in bloom
the one near the yard
no one knows about
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
churchyard
an ancient yew
bent with snow
—Robert Witmer
a marked page
in a library book
dating app
—Robert Witmer