Monday, April 15, 2024

By Neena Singh

forest trail

an elk’s antlers

point the way

Neena Singh



garden swing…

a lingering day

on cloud nine


Neena Singh

By Mona Bedi

the lives we endure swirling tea leaves


Mona Bedi



how slowly the night descends lullaby moon


Mona Bedi



spring equinox

the time it takes to fall

out of love

Mona Bedi

By Joanna Ashwell

in the red

nowhere to turn

from a zero balance

Joanna Ashwell



the lost years

tightly packed away

out of sight

in case I crumble

beneath the sorrow

Joanna Ashwell



no longer fitting

into my hometown

I wander around

unpacking the edges

of loneliness

Joanna Ashwell