By Biswajit Mishra

learning mother tongue

our kids chance upon

a swear word

Biswajit Mishra

day after snow

a magpie braves

a fence-walk

Biswajit Mishra

graduation day

six goslings get

their first dip

Biswajit Mishra

By Fati Hab

calm sea

i miss this peace

in my city

Fati Hab

By Karen Pierce Gonzalez

mossy river runs

ancient coastal redwood dreams

you alive again

Karen Pierce Gonzalez

windswept

Karen Pierce Gonzalez

 

roots

Karen Pierce Gonzalez

By Lara Dolphin

bury me under

mussel, clam and oyster shells

in a mound of earth

Lara Dolphin

bienvenidos–

dine with us in a city

of gastronomy

Lara Dolphin

By Cameron Carvalho

this tree

a war

underground


Cameron Carvalho

 

 

dead thoughts my dog’s water bowl

Cameron Carvalho

I cast

thought

into nothing

Cameron Carvalho

By John Stevenson

an old cat

I stroke

his bony spine


John Stevenson

the moon

seemingly

alone

John Stevenson

vernal equinox

a chill

in the warmth

John Stevenson

By John Pappas

bare branches

the loneliness of

not knowing

John Pappas

autumn chill

I seed my lawn

with crows

John Pappas

after the storm—

the bright shards of the

broken pot

John Pappas

dark matter

the secrets I keep

from myself

John Pappas

By John Grey

morning drizzle

raindrops waking

on a gray roof

John Grey

calm peaceful village

smoke from beyond the hilltops

where the fighting is

John Grey

railway station on a disused line

one old brown suitcase

unclaimed these thirty years

John Grey

By Jamie Wimberly

gray spring eve

leaving the park bench

for the pigeons

Jamie Wimberly

riptide

this poem goes out

to the seagulls

Jamie Wimberly

moon-faced

for every phase

another

Jamie Wimberly

By Mona Bedi

making up

for lost time

plum blossoms

Mona Bedi

incessant rain letting the river be

Mona Bedi

reheated coffee the conversation gone cold

Mona Bedi

By Ron Nhim

winter wonderland—

painted horses mid-gallop

under silent moonlight

Ron Nhim

Sunday picnic—

grandma knee deep in the lake,

chasing minnows

Ron Nhim

summer stillness—

an old man taps his cane

for amusement

Ron Nhim

an empty desk–

her pink coffee mug

still in the same spot

Ron Nhim

at the burial—

teardrops and raindrops mingle

under the spring sky

Ron Nhim