By Daipayan Nair

escorting

a ladybug to my door

twilight breeze

Daipayan Nair

By Rupa Anand

lady birds

skirting a birdbath

autumn rain

Rupa Anand

By Mircea Moldovan

death journey

suddenly interrupted...

door wide open


Mircea Moldovan

By Debbie Strange

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

fast fashion

the roses have had

their day

image and words Debbie Strange

By Pris Campbell

blue moon...

Elvis dolls swivel

at Graceland

Pris Campbell

By Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

graveyard —

a part of the circle

not colored

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

granite boulder

removing all outside

the Buddha

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

By Suzanne Leaf-Brock

yellow prayer shawl

my friend’s fingers

grace each stitch

Suzanne Leaf-Brock

By Lakshman Bulusu

     a blade of grass

     swaying in the wind

      the delicacy of dance

Lakshman Bulusu

By Jharna Sanyal

black tea

sharing the evening

with home bound crows

Jharna Sanyal

By Wanda Amos

abandoned factory...

brightened by graffiti

and dandelions

dancing

between potholes

Wanda Amos

 

under

the

dark

moon

night

stalker

image and words Wanda Amos

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

Blooming camellias

Red and velvet lit

By afternoon sun

Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

a vase

of gifted sunflowers

borrowed light

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

always singing

the wrong note right

music lesson

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Monica Kakkar

for days in a row

origami everywhere . . .

it’s raining bullfrogs

Monica Kakkar

By Sharon Martina

years since

my last confession

pouring rain

Sharon Martina

afternoon snooze

the gentle sway

of a hammock

Sharon Martina

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

in the porch swing

just holding each other

lovers in the dark

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Rita Melissano

   acorn

             falling

               the

             sound

                of

               new

                life

Rita Melissano

one more dream each night finding a new storyline

Rita Melissano

By Suraj Nanu

house sparrows

chirping from beam to beam

of the morning sun

Suraj Nanu

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

Behind the Curtain

phone call

the stranger says

a familiar name

out for fresh air

on the wet asphalt

a dying worm

 

feel-good-tea

her birthday package remains

unopened

 

some things I will never know

did she really liked white roses?

 

one last time looking up her name in the address book

 

the woman

who wasn't my grandmother

someone sends his

condolences

Deborah Karl-Brandt