By Mariangela Canzi

the day bleeds into nightfall war

Mariangela Canzi

 

 *

 

wild flowers —

I share solitude

with the mountains

Mariangela Canzi

By Maurizio Brancaleoni

June begins —

the plant furrows

brimming with rain

Maurizio Brancaleoni

By Mircea Moldvan

night walk

the charisma of a statue

without hands

Mircea Moldvan

By Manali Choudhury

An empty chair,

A hollowed pillow,

an unmade bed,

A singing clock,

An absent name.

Manali Choudhury

By Michelle V. Alkerton

attic hideaway

babushka dolls

unnesting


Michelle V. Alkerton

*

familiarity

borscht simmering

with a sprig of dill

Michelle V. Alkerton

By Mike Gallagher

her touch

the softness

of flowers

Mike Gallagher

By Maya Daneva

moving day

I dig up the tulip bulbs

from my garden

Maya Daneva

By Bryan Rickert

everything within me outsider art

Bryan Rickert

By Barrie Levine

the wiggly lid

on her takeout cup

hazy moon

Barrie Levine

By Rupa Anand

from the dawn light

of these woods

she flies 

into the tamarind tree  

to feed her chick . . .

Rupa Anand

By Ruth Happel

lines of geese honk

flying north with the sun

rush hour

Ruth Happel

 

*

whole world in snail’s shell

pulled behind him everywhere—

living the van life

Ruth Happel

By Ram Chandran

starlit night—

I tell my children

the stories grandma told me

Ram Chandran

By Mark Forrester

night heron

still hunting

the day moon

Mark Forrester

By Mark Gilbert

a bee, hovering

dangling her legs

in the buzz


Mark Gilbert