By Katja Fox

the warm hum

of sleepy voices —

bedtime stories

Katja Fox

the sun behind

a dragonfly’s wings—

she prays for peace


Katja Fox

By Maya Daneva

woodpecker’s beat

through the spring drizzle

through my umbrella

Maya Daneva

By Bhawana Upadhyay

nonstop tears

in the mind of drought

dissolving memories

Bhawana Upadhyay

By Leon Tefft

air supremacy —

an aerial fandango

of fierce cardinals

Leon Tefft

tumbleweeds roving

through cities that never were

views never enjoyed

Leon Tefft

By Neena Singh

forest trail

an elk’s antlers

point the way

Neena Singh

garden swing…

a lingering day

on cloud nine


Neena Singh

By Mona Bedi

the lives we endure swirling tea leaves


Mona Bedi

how slowly the night descends lullaby moon


Mona Bedi

spring equinox

the time it takes to fall

out of love

Mona Bedi

By Joanna Ashwell

in the red

nowhere to turn

from a zero balance

Joanna Ashwell

the lost years

tightly packed away

out of sight

in case I crumble

beneath the sorrow

Joanna Ashwell

no longer fitting

into my hometown

I wander around

unpacking the edges

of loneliness

Joanna Ashwell

By Eavonka Ettinger

open door

just a slant of light

as the sun sets

Eavonka Ettinger

the length

of kneading paws

my catnap

Eavonka Ettinger

eucalyptus shedding what's forgotten

Eavonka Ettinger

the muchness

of a rose garden

your lips

Eavonka Ettinger

By Stephanie Zepherelli

crashing thunder

doors bolted tight

against ill omens

Stephanie Zepherelli

empty flower box

a mom and pop store

boarded up

Stephanie Zepherelli

lonely path

looking for memories

i never had

Stephanie Zepherelli

By J. D. Nelson

windy day & night

I’m too tired to stay up

too anxious to sleep

J. D. Nelson

she gives me three words

to remember for the test

brush, sunshine, & chair


J. D. Nelson

forgotten coffee

no time to run back inside

before the bus comes

J. D. Nelson

By Sharon Ferrante

a rough day

I sit down

with yesterday


Sharon Ferrante

calm night

I rest on a string

from his guitar

Sharon Ferrante

I watch you

cut through smoke

changing

a small room

with a saxophone


Sharon Ferrante

By Robert Epstein

a flower does not talk

. . . and yet

this fragrance

Robert Epstein

my shrinking life

I never did own

a little black book

Robert Epstein

bee sting ––

I thought I knew you

better than that

Robert Epstein

at home

snuggling in bed

with the wrong book

Robert Epstein

old wooden bridge

how you keep me

hanging on

Robert Epstein

By Robert Witmer

spring wind

a bamboo hubbub

rubs against the sky

Robert Witmer

a small boat

asleep in the waves

the fisherman tracing stars

Robert Witmer

chiseled

from marble

the hand of a slave

Robert Witmer

behind her eyes

so many rooms

a breeze through rose curtains

Robert Witmer

By Nalini Shetty

broken mirror

a fractured self

stares back

Nalini Shetty

city park

every bench has

its own story

Nalini Shetty