By Ram Chandran

you are my roots

holding me to grounds

my flower

adding colours to my life

and fragrance to soul

Ram Chandran

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

grief tearing down these walls

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Nikolay Grankin

getting cold

the deep bowl

of a beggar

Nikolay Grankin

By Jackie Chou

my mother

remembered

for her better days

the brief blooming

of cactus flowers

Jackie Chou

By Milan Rajkumar

pandemic . . . 

wasted olympic fireworks 

beside mount fuji

 

Milan Rajkumar

By Pat Davis

morning heat

a pine drops dew

across my face

Pat Davis

By Nikolay Grankin

first light

petroglyphs

on the stone

Nikolay Grankin

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

solar flare

what you 

couldn’t hide

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Neena Singh

stars glow

in my grandson's eyes

the blur in mine

Neena Singh

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

cardamon cloves

cinnamon black pepper 

steeping my chai

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Bidyutprabha Gantayay

seasonings

reside

in mama's apron -

coriander soup

her welcome note

Bidyutprabha Gantayay

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

reflection

an idea bounces

back to me 

 

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Jackie Chou

multi-colored

the inclusive world

of paper cranes

Jackie Chou

By Milan Rajkumar

year of the rat ...

if only the calendar

predicts the truth

Milan Rajkumar

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

i am also in the dark coyote’s howl

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Bidyutprabha Gantayay

flavour of

Christmas cake -

fingers crossed

Bidyutprabha Gantayay

By Nikolay Grankin

morning exercise

the disapproving look

of my cat

Nikolay Grankin

By Neena Singh

a fragrance

of orange blossoms—

where the old dog rests

Neena Singh