By Neena Singh

autumn sunset

last year’s olives

still in the fridge

Neena Singh

By Nancy Brady

how green

our earth was

–climate change

Nancy Brady

September morning...

the lone honk

of a Canada goose

Nancy Brady

By Aaron Anstett

noodle shop morning

slurp until nothing

but oil in miso

Aaron Anstett

By Karen O’Leary

origami butterfly poetry from a friend

Karen O’Leary

older than dirt

I kick up dust

square dancing

Karen O’Leary

By Biswajit Mishra

my old school

the road has grown

to tarmac

Biswajit Mishra

I’d rather

he didn’t touch my nerves

dental visit

Biswajit Mishra

By Elena Zouain

autumn storm –

the notes of the wind knocking on the window


Elena Zouain

By Joseph Kleponis

vanishing point –

parallel tracks roll on

destination unknown

Joseph Kleponis

I heard you singing

soft and sweet –

or was it the wind?

Joseph Kleponis

By Ana Drobot

haijin debate –

behind Basho’s frog

interjections

Ana Drobot

autumn leaves

just me, myself and I

same old song

over and over

again

Ana Drobot

By Russell Dupont

Sitting by the bank

of the Saco, I gaze at

my daughter Kristen

and her friend, like two Naiads

frolicking on the water.

Russell Dupont

By Jefferson Limos

the lost button of my summer shirt full moon

Jefferson Limos

By Maya Daneva

oppressive heat

only cicadas accompany me

at dad’s grave

Maya Daneva

this woodpecker’s tapping

in the morning

in the afternoon

Maya Daneva