By Hassane Zemmouri

 

siiiiiiick

 

fast               ing

waiiiiiiiting

evacuation

fading f(l)ame



Hassane Zemmouri

By John Zheng

gossip mill fast food in all seasons

John Zheng

 

long shutdown the stone path sprawled with silence

John Zheng

sundown a hobo’s shadow drags into moonrise

John Zheng

disordered books stacked in order in my mind

John Zheng

By B. L. Bruce

forest path

wooden railing

worn smooth

B. L. Bruce

summer pond

the doe takes

a quiet drink

B. L. Bruce

new moon

the company

of stars

B. L. Bruce

 

hope

the ship’s

light

B. L. Bruce

desert nightfall

sleep comes

with moonlight

B. L. Bruce

By Nicoletta Ignatti

bombed house—

in every room

a new green lawn

Nicoletta Ignatti

night in the garden—

in our memories

scent of jasmine

Nicoletta Ignatti

olive tree plantation—

the cold wind sings

among the silver branches

 

Nicoletta Ignatti

our steps slow

as he tells the story—

winter sun

Nicoletta Ignatti

 

 

spring snow thaw—

melting slowly

my old pain

 

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Herb Tate

snow moon

a well-lit face

in the diner window

Herb Tate

clear water

a stone through a memory

of a ripple

Herb Tate

alarm clock

the time that tells

when the rooster crows

Herb Tate

By Nancy Brady

hunt and peck

starlings cover

the neighbor's yard

Nancy Brady

they all say

it's gas

—his first smile

Nancy Brady

nearly spring

the days and her shadow

lengthen

Nancy Brady

black ice...

the danger of saying

the wrong thing

Nancy Brady

By Jennifer Gurney

when the waves slow down

and the ocean rests—

evening

Jennifer Gurney

dusk—

the ideal time

moon shadow

 

Jennifer Gurney

hard to tell

where mountain peaks end

clouds begin

Jennifer Gurney

quiet—

the still, small voice

between the doubt

 

Jennifer Gurney

By Tsanka Shishkova

sweet slumber

in the moonlight

wings of love

Tsanka Shishkova

rising sun

lotus recovers

after the storm

Tsanka Shishkova

By Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D.

walking barefoot

a thousand times

the sand remembers us

Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D.

By Elena Zouain

late mowing —

no more bees in the hive

Elena Zouain

snow moon over sea —

one more journey in solitude

Elena Zouain

By Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

an innermost flood

the landscape forever changed

when her water broke

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

tending her garden

the woman with dementia

remembers who's who

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

through hospital doors

the smell of earth after rain

hands me one more day

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

she wonders aloud

what might burn through the darkness

and asks for a star

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler