By Timothy Daly

stale bread we can’t break the silence

Timothy Daly

blackberry bush this bitter departure

Timothy Daly

the side they don’t see of me half moon

Timothy Daly

By Jackie Chou

no water lilies

but rock reflections

in the winter pond

I look for beauty

in the cold and gray

Jackie Chou

a stone Buddha

on the garden path

reminds me

it was many years ago

I last lit incense

Jackie Chou

two blue-tailed birds

hopping in and out

of a fallen tree

all the things I cannot name

on my midday walk

Jackie Chou

the sky tonight

bereft of the moon

and stars...

I write a love poem

about airplanes

Jackie Chou

By Anthony Ward

Did I waste myself on excess,

Wanting too much

Until it became too little?

Anthony Ward

 

To see the moon and hear the loon

Is to feel what night is made of

Anthony Ward

Leaves dance to the rhythm of the rain

Anthony Ward

By Noga Shemer

above or below

i will always be here when

wildflowers return

Noga Shemer

how many, he asks

infinite, is her answer

azalea petals

Noga Shemer

 

leave the door open

so I may hear you trying

not to disturb me

Noga Shemer

 

 

i worry for you

but you've been through this before

daffodils in snow

Noga Shemer

By Debbie Strange

the world careens

from crisis to crisis  . . .

pumpkin toadlets


image and words Debbie Strange

 

 

 

vegan picnic

three scoops of daisies

in my cone

image and words Debbie Strange

 

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

romanian village —

the sun rises from a basket

of field flowers

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Georg Cook

Milk spilt

Nothing is meant to remain

Contained forever

Georg Cook

Sands shift

The eviction notice

Delivered

Georg Cook

By Leanne Mumford

market day—

a woman tying bundles

of fresh lavender

Leanne Mumford

By Wanda Amos

then and now

the declining number

of beetles

Wanda Amos

women in black

the harvest of their wombs

cold in the earth

Wanda Amos

By Vandana Parashar

Indian market

all the vehicles parked

in no parking zone

Vandana Parashar

stirring a storm

in the puddle

strong wind


Vandana Parashar

By Bonnie J Scherer

snow –

dozens of Inuit words

none easy to shovel

Bonnie J Scherer

moths nibbling on wool fingerless gloves

Bonnie J Scherer

peel after peel the onion still

Bonnie J Scherer