By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

long ago

a deserted forest

became my first lover

what other rooms

could you find within

your darkest abode

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Neena Singh

first date

everything just right

in the dream

Neena Singh

By Kanchan Chatterjee

autumn rain . . .

the haiku certificate

comes drenched

Kanchan Chatterjee

By Bakhtiyar Amini

autumn evening

the old man by the window

counts shadows

Bakhtiyar Amini

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

a ballad

childhood joy

sings

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Christina Chin

red oak leaf

spins in a spider web

winter sky

Christina Chin

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

shadows dancing

goldenrod under the weight 

of a chickadee

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Pat Davis

along a thread

that connects us

the lark's song 

 

Pat Davis

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

are rubies

simply fragments

of forgotten dreams

it is possible

that we once lived

as the dust between sand

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Neena Singh

unshed tears

the space between

our meeting

Neena Singh

By Christine L. Villa

after his death missing his silence

Christine L. Villa