child's drawing
his stars
above
God
Adrian Bouter
backyard in Brooklyn
last autumn’s maple leaves
by the cyclone fence—
bare branches now full
with
the song of many birds
Tim Dwyer
I blinked and missed it —
the present
became
the past
John J. Dunphy
alley drinkers
veterans of different wars share
the
same bottle
John J. Dunphy
gold leaf
I page
through
Keats
Joshua St. Claire
Verdi's
A
a house wren
plucking a cosmic string
Joshua St. Claire
nothing
more to see here waning crescent moon
Joshua St. Claire
color theory
the
changing waves
of sky, sea, and shell
Joshua St. Claire
whitecaps
universes
come into existence
then collapse
Joshua St. Claire
never
a moment of rest
all night
alone in this room
with
a mosquito
Bryan Rickert
leaf
fall losing another reason to stay
Bryan Rickert
between waves the piper’s tiny cry
Bryan
Rickert
arctic
blast day two
agoraphobia mixed
with cabin fever
J.
D. Nelson
I
take out the trash
& look up to see the moon
seems full
but it’s not
J. D. Nelson
halfway
thru winter
the young man across the hall
lets his front
door slam
J. D. Nelson
evening
river of
cars
flows slowly
Jovana Dragojlovic
winter
evening
winds whisper a song
of the frost
Jovana
Dragojlovic
and this March
is a prisoner
war madness —
in the gardens
only
ashes
Zdenka Mlinar
~~
i
ovaj ožujak
je zarobljenik
ratnog ludila —
u vrtovima
samo
pepeo
Zdenka
Mlinar
Spring
on a meadow
of my childhood —
a bouquet of daisies
for
mom
Zdenka
Mlinar
~~
proljeće
na livadi
mojeg djetinjstva —
buket tratinčica
za mamu
Zdenka
Mlinar
At night
A firefly with its light..
My thoughts
Very often get the address
To
send a letter to my inertia.
Partha Sarkar
fifty-eight
the age my father
never
reached
Vandana Parashar
therapy
lying on my back
watching
the sky
Vandana Parashar
staring at the moon
trying
to find
your reflection
Mike Fainzilber
love thy enemy
the one
I
married
Mike Fainzilber
after the parting
sunrise and sunset
in
grayscale
Mike Fainzilber
cloth on cloth
so near
too
far…
Mike Fainzilber
what a view, you say
I see
only
you
Mike Fainzilber
a haiku dream
when the soul
meets
itself
Mike Fainzilber
sudden truce —
hanging wash
over
the rubble
Mariangela Canzi
lonely
conch the exile's blues
Mariangela Canzi
words float
in my mind...
new
Beatles song
Mariangela Canzi
a
scream
the dim moon bringing life
to darkness
Mike
Gallagher
that
day
when the world changed forever
what I was doing
Mike
Gallagher
drunken
melee
several cases of assault
brewing
Mike Gallagher
snowy
March
the creaking sound of little boots…
egg hunt
begins
Maya Daneva
smooth talk…
I rinse off the wild clams
for
third time
Maya Daneva
rent overdue
locked out with nothing
but
a comb-over
Randy Brooks
thick family Bible
she only keeps up
with
births
Randy Brooks
warming up
the farmhouse kitchen
banana
bread
Randy Brooks
not toy guns
not real guns
she wants nothing to do
with guns in her house
ever.
again.
Randy Brooks
in an old book
after all these years
her
letter
Refika Dedić
still winter
and they are sticking out of the ground
buds
Refika Dedić
Ides of March ––
I stop looking for love
in
all the wrong places
Robert Epstein
the
manipulation continues daylight savings
Robert Epstein
wild licorice
with every bite
decades
melt away
Robert Epstein
click click
escaping the nightmare
ruby
slippers
Richard Bailly
oolong
in the kettle
too
long
Richard Bailly
bounty of bright breeze—
ribbons and laces askew
leapfrog
on leap day
Monica Kakkar
so
much light and yet dark
Mircea Moldovan
a hedge
between him and her
winter
end
Mircea Moldovan
war and peace
not always
black
and white
Kelly Sargent
creeping ivy
through the wagon handle
the decisions
I make
by
indecision
Kelly Sargent
winter
sky swallows the words I can’t take back
Kelly Sargent
unnatural glow
backlit mountain ridges
boros
below
JL Huffman
snowbound day
chili heats
palate
and soul
JL Huffman
on the doorstep
will she finally enter
new
moon
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
foreign posting
the
aerograms
I write home
Anne Curran
city square —
the clink of loose change
into
the busker's hat
Anne Curran
city square —
the sweet melodies
of
a weary busker
Anne Curran