By Robert Witmer

a child

shoehorned into a dream

the long walk home

Robert Witmer

a name

in a forgotten book

somewhere in the middle

Robert Witmer

By Adrian Bouter

pristine pines

the narrow path

having no end

Adrian Bouter

By Randy Brooks

brothers

pestering each other

in the back seat

now fallen angels

both asleep

Randy Brooks

By Mark Forrester

crocus blossoms

cupping the snow

in her small hands

Mark Forrester

green heron

as still

as the pond


Mark Forrester

mountain trail

at every turn

the moon’s tug

Mark Forrester

river glass . . .

the cool smoothness

of his lies


Mark Forrester

By Noah Berlatsky

Look! And you, look too!

In the waterfall, the hawk

sees its reflection.

Noah Berlatsky

By Jerome Berglund

sprig of parsley

along the back steps looking

almost intentional

Jerome Berglund

gradually the light

leaves us… our eyes adjust

so we don’t notice

Jerome Berglund

waving

away the gnats

half dandelion

Jerome Berglund

By JL Huffman

less traveled lane

Why did the kudzu

cross the road?

JL Huffman

senior living

rust and dent models

inside and out

JL Huffman

By Sharon Ferrante

sudden gust—

chimes tell secrets

Sharon Ferrante

I walk

on a moss laden path

deciding—

just for today

I need nothing more

Sharon Ferrante

By Keith Evetts

old pond

the deep depression

of a toad

Keith Evetts

summer breeze

the girl on a towel with a book

waves a foot

Keith Evetts

when blue

is nowhere near enough

kingfisher

Keith Evetts

evening downpour

the backstreet gutter clogged

with torn betting slips

Keith Evetts

getting older

prone to drop things

like birthdays

Keith Evetts

above the sawmill

the rasp of mute swans

heading west

Keith Evetts

By Chip Dameron

where is Basho

when I need him: day waning,

images hiding

Chip Dameron

By Mircea Moldovan

too much noise for a summer rain

Mircea Moldovan

the reasonable story of a wanderer's stone bridges

Mircea Moldovan

a drink

and another round

countryside life

Mircea Moldovan

By Chen-ou Liu

Mother once sighed,

you've spoken English for too long

you might forget me ...

exiled for years, I can't recall

which language I dream in

Chen-ou Liu

By Biswajit Mishra

learning mother tongue

our kids chance upon

a swear word

Biswajit Mishra

day after snow

a magpie braves

a fence-walk

Biswajit Mishra

graduation day

six goslings get

their first dip

Biswajit Mishra

By Fati Hab

calm sea

i miss this peace

in my city

Fati Hab