cold moon —
the patches across
her heart
Debarati Sen
*
rainbow —
pride walk paints my
city’s face
Debarati Sen
cold moon —
the patches across
her heart
Debarati Sen
*
rainbow —
pride walk paints my
city’s face
Debarati Sen
stone skipping —
to know the swamp has
a
heartbeat
Daipayan Nair
*
zebra crossing —
this haste
between
us
Daipayan Nair
his mood
wilting spinach in the
pan
Tony Williams
*
first
swim class
my daughter
windmills it
Tony Williams
Gran's fingers
stumbling
over her old piano
by the lakeside...
the moonlight quivers
David He
*
owlsong
strikes my ears
at midnight
a moon glistens
through the window
David He
male cardinal offers seed
to female perched on birdbath
love
at first bite
Chip Dameron
Caught
between the angry
conversation
of sea and shore
shells
remain silent
Laurie Kuntz
bayshore
calm
the morning spreads
out and out
B. L. Bruce
*
the
spring moon
through the open window
storyteller
B.
L. Bruce
month of fasting
trapped in countless sins
a lonely soul
hungry
for
repentance
Hassane Zemmouri
quivering heart—
hummingbird
here
and there and here
Kimberly Kuchar
*
another spring
with bluebonnets
without
her
Kimberly Kuchar
Jupiter follows
the
half-moon across the sky . . .
black dog in the snow
J.
D. Nelson
not the wind through
the pines but my mother's voice
in
mine
Deborah A. Bennett
the farmer scolds
each
scowling cloud
harvest sky
Mike Gallagher
*
seeking
out
no particular star
daydreamer
Mike Gallagher
the earth sounds hollow
though cherry blossoms float down
landing
in my hair
Catherine Zickgraf
alone
on a full moon night —
my
perfect incompleteness
Alvin B. Cruz
*
small town gossip
at the laundromat
sound
of the rinse cycle
Alvin B. Cruz
a
couple on the beach holding hands holding shoes
Mark Gilbert
*
dawn breaks
the mayfly’s will
to
live
Mark Gilbert
flying carpet
resting on the wall —
my therapist asks me
to bring free associations
for
my dream
Ana Drobot
hole in the ice
derelict
farmhouse
Jerome Berglund
*
old car in a field
further
out lambs
Jerome Berglund
Sunday morning
a girl scrapes a palm frond
through
last night's litter
Kristen Lindquist
pretty
color of ground up cinnamon when will i fall in love
Orrin
PréJean
*
shooting
wild horses 'thnks Marlene for freeing haiku'
Orrin PréJean
waters by the Otemon Gate
a little girl dumped
her
festival goldfish
Patrick Sweeney
end of winter—
a butterfly settles
inside
my shadow
Daniela Rodi
*
bedtime stories...
father's old armchair
remembers
his shape
Daniela Rodi