By Alvin B. Cruz

used poetry book

a skeleton leaf

on a love poem

Alvin B. Cruz

writer's block

he stirs his cup

of tea

Alvin B. Cruz

By David Ngo

one road

upon another—

shoulders to stand on

David Ngo

treasure the moment

if only I could message

yesterday's self

David Ngo

life's journey seeks

to fill the blanks

David Ngo

By Govind Joshi

forest range

we wait

for elephants' crossing

Govind Joshi

cricket season

this night

a song

Govind Joshi

By Susan Lee Roberts

as the fog lifts . . .

daffodils and dandelions

jump out


Susan Lee Roberts

placid lake

one kayak

and a string of ducklings


Susan Lee Roberts

By Janet Krauss

We create memory

to defy the erasures

of time

Janet Krauss

By Mike Gallagher

beech canopy

the raindrops loud

on his hat

Mike Gallagher

the fragrance

of a moonflower trumpets

a wren's night song

Mike Gallagher

rolling downhill

the peaty breath

of the mountain

Mike Gallagher

By Adrian Bouter

    what

quiet

   magpies

Adrian Bouter

nothing's changed

in his tool shed

spider webs

Adrian Bouter

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

time of war...

a formation of geese

splits into two

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Ram Chandran

Longing

the longing

to hug my little daughter—

waiting for next visitation day

my longing

to belong to an another world—

a sparrow's nest

a bird on my windowsill—

my longing

to fly in the vast blue sky

Ram Chandran

By Mark Hendrickson

Swallows

blind date

new bird

on the wire

two birds flit

from tree to tree;

home shopping

getting takeout

while his wife watches the kids

he gathers worms

Mark Hendrickson

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

 

Untitled, by Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Belinda Behne

sun kisses earth goodnight

an explosion of crimson

drenches the sky

children buried in rubble

cry for food and for peace

Belinda Behne

far away

almost beyond memory

my father's voice

Belinda Behne

out of the ashes

wild violets

bloom

Belinda Behne

losing the path

deep in the forest

I find myself

deep in the forest

losing myself

I find the path

losing the path

I find myself

deep in the forest

Belinda Behne

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

two

exchanging glances over laptops

Starbucks

Joseph P. Wechselberger

snowmelt

the slow drip and pooling

of fluid from the old car

Joseph P. Wechselberger

as if

he never existed

the baby’s unmarked grave

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

daydreaming

are there cherry trees

in heaven?

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

old photos

what's left of this meadow

this blade of grass

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont