By Susan Bonk Plumridge

a song

lifts high

as I walk


Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Tsanka Shishkova

three-line poems

in the pandemic-time

haiku therapy

Tsanka Shishkova

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

kukai

meeting other

minimalists

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Minal Sarosh

grey clouds

my pen is ready

to rain words

Minal Sarosh

By John Hawkhead

morning frost

plumes of breath

keeping us apart

John Hawkhead

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

within the long

dark hallway of memory

is there light

in dreams

we occasionally slide into

the body of another

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Nisha Raviprasad

alone...

I listen to a firefly's

story

Nisha Raviprasad

By Mirela Brăilean

morning walk

a few laps along

the balcony

Mirela Brăilean

By Pat Davis

arthritis

the curve of her hands

picking apples

Pat Davis

By Samo Kreutz

water trough

gathered around it

the house shadows

Samo Kreutz

By Minal Sarosh

train tunnel

my yawn swallows the

sudden darkness

Minal Sarosh