By John J. Dunphy

walking my dog

tonight's dusk scented by

burnt leaves

John J. Dunphy

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

winter wind

the trees speak

a harsh language

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By John J. Dunphy

public park

I enter

a portapotty

accompanied by

blown leaves

John J. Dunphy

By Bakhtiyar Amini

on the map

the only black point -

my country 

 

Bakhtiyar Amini

By Kristen Lindquist

on the suet

the year's last warbler

my mind wanders

Kristen Lindquist

By Hemapriya Chellappan

moonset moth navigates second thoughts

Hemapriya Chellappan

By Dorna Hainds

fresh snow

high on my shoulders—

magnolia blossoms

Dorna Hainds

By Ashish Narain

childhood

the shape of a willow

in starlight

 

Ashish Narain

By Mirela Brăilean

the invisible

from everything

the seed

 

Mirela Brăilean

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

in a vacant city

does a bullet still

demolish souls

ask the stars if

their shine was split

without consent

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Billy Antonio

old tire swing still bearing its weight

 

Billy Antonio

By Tom Bierovic

end of shift

the nurse's mask

stays on 

Tom Bierovic

By Jackie Chou

crescent moon

the thin edge of hope

on which I hang

Jackie Chou

By Tom Bierovic

screeching hawk

the stillness

of prayer flags

Tom Bierovic

By Billy Antonio

a pebble shaping the river

Billy Antonio

By Jackie Chou

stone labyrinth

thoughts trapped in a maze

of writing rules

Jackie Chou

By Christina Chin

winter Galaxy

harvesting dreams

along the old rusty rail

Christina Chin

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

long ago

a deserted forest

became my first lover

what other rooms

could you find within

your darkest abode

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz