By Fatma Zohra Habis

winter isolation

I read a book

with a thousand pages

Fatma Zohra Habis

By Lafcadio

soon I will hardly

remember you at all

a soap bubble

floating in the breeze

waiting to be popped

Lafcadio

jolted awake—

sunbeams infused

with wrensong

Lafcadio

By James Penha

mouse cage trap catches

chameleon; color change

does not liberate


James Penha

By Jerome Berglund

bustling stillness

— how is

your vacation?

Jerome Berglund

pouring night

possum darts sheltered

beneath eaves

Jerome Berglund

By Vandana Parashar

a million gods

we all need someone

to blame

Vandana Parashar

By John J. Dunphy

"happy independence day"

I wish the son who lives

in our basement

John J. Dunphy

By Peter Jastermsky

joy of missing out those who know know

Peter Jastermsky

eyes drifting in a sound that won’t carry

Peter Jastermsky

sorting the past

a sock drawer

of tiny feet

Peter Jastermsky

rewriting the terms of past tense

Peter Jastermsky

By Gareth Nurden

early april

soft voice

of a cherry blossom

Gareth Nurden

spring night

an open-winged silhouette

floating into obscurity

Gareth Nurden

dawn

a hazy wildflower field

springs to life

Gareth Nurden

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

July in Santorini —

climbing stairs

to the Moon

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Olinda Ninolakis

small change

jingles in my pocket

lepta coins

Olinda Ninolakis

a perfect stone arch

waves thrum waves weave waves recede

magic in the air

Olinda Ninolakis

By J. D. Nelson

sudden shower at the bus stop landscapers turn on the sprinklers

J. D. Nelson

ok moon behind the clouds we can see you

J. D. Nelson

secret garden the space between an evening nap & bedtime

J. D. Nelson

By Debbie Strange

The Blur of Seasons


images and words Debbie Strange

spring - falling into flight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

summer - speaking in tongues of tides

autumn - so many graceful ways to die

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

winter - we soften into ourselves

 

By Alexis Rotella

Lily of the Nile

the cat I loved

from our other life

Alexis Rotella

By Phillipa Trelford

moonlit trawling

no end to

hidden depths

Phillipa Trelford