By Pippa Phillips

The taste of sloe gin

underneath the blackthorn boughs—

a blossom-veiled moon.

Pippa Phillips

By Pat Davis

eyes closed

the water lily

becomes a lotus

Pat Davis

By B.A. France

Poppy Seeds

swearing

right hands raised ...

lone veteran salutes

packing bags

   called again

      peace and war

silently walking

arlington cemetery 

— old rose garden

B.A. France

By Pat Davis

experimental forms

the topology

of haiku

Pat Davis

By Taofeek Ayeyemi

strumming violin . . .

the garden sweeper

adds to the melody

 

Taofeek Ayeyemi

By Pat Geyer

in a pile

of leaves

sounds of a child's

scattered laughter...

i remember hope

Pat Geyer

By Peter Jastermsky

senior years a few leaves left to fall

Peter Jastermsky

By B.A. France

warm cigar ash    silent conversation

B.A. France

By Christine L. Villa

bullet train how fast can I forget you 

 

Christine L. Villa

By Pippa Phillips

Moonlit dewdrop —

the last grain

of rice.

Pippa Phillips

By John J. Dunphy

used-book store

its dusty true-crime section

covered with fingerprints

John J. Dunphy