By Vandana Parashar

river’s regret

one wrong turn

years ago


Vandana Parashar

breast augmentation and the smallness of everything else

Vandana Parashar

 

 

my son’s drawing

every house has

a tree outside

Vandana Parashar

By Rita Melissano

white waterlilies

at the feet of a bronze Pan

the owl too

rests in stillness by them

before bowing for a sip

Rita Melissano

peace comes

silent like the dawn

war...so loud

an open market

full of rattlesnakes

Rita Melissano

 

 

going home together

the moon

and I

Rita Melissano

By Lisa C Reynolds

alphabet soup...

she learns

to eat her words

Lisa C Reynolds

By Nicoletta Ignatti

spring dawn—

the short life

of dew pearls

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Colette Kern

the world's unrest—

numbing myself

with word games

Colette Kern

By Sarah Paris

spring rain

green traffic lights

in a puddle

Sarah Paris

after the storm

a skeleton tree cradles

dawn


Sarah Paris

By Ida Wiesenfeld

Skimming the waters,

The dragonfly,

Steals the water’s moon.

Ida Wiesenfeld

Touchstone Award Nominations (January through April 2024)

Announcing the Touchstone Award nominations from CMJ:

traffic slows

I move the dead rabbit

to safety

Tom Clausen

if peace

were a sound

snow angels

C.X. Turner

my inner bear

begins to hibernate

cold moon

Alfred Booth

a leafless tree

raises arms to the sky

praying for peace

Neena Singh

grunting

I try not to be an animal

but I am

Tony Williams

it could be winter or it could be worse

Robert Epstein

periodic table

the stars that flow

through us

Eugeniusz Zacharski

power outage

learning the shapes

of familiar things

Helen Ogden

his first recital

a round of applause

for all the pink

Barrie Levine

claiming the American dream an American gun

Susan Yavaniski

windstorm

reading a letter

not meant for me

Ruth Holzer

By Nicola Schaum

the deaf cat sees, I listen

summer rain

Nicola Schaum

cloud spotting my troubles shifting shape

Nicola Schaum

 

termite tango

drifting wings

glisten at dusk

Nicola Schaum

By Mallika Chari

overcast sky

nothing to do, she watches

the cawing crow

Mallika Chari

continuous drizzle

the street vendor’s restlessness

all day long

Mallika Chari

prayer

we repeat it

in our mother tongue

 

Mallika Chari

By Helen Ogden

biding its time

a poppy bud

about to bloom

Helen Ogden

folding laundry

the odd sock

set aside

Helen Ogden

condolences

the heavy weight

of empty space

Helen Ogden

leap day

keeping pace

with the planets

 

Helen Ogden