By Lakshmi Iyer

dicey moon

the way she likes

to show herself

Lakshmi Iyer

By Barrie Levine

cashmere gloves

I do something beautiful

with my hands

Barrie Levine

By Radhamani Sarma

not a stone

in puddle only ripples

of past

Radhamani Sarma

By Helen Ogden

ancient wisdom—

naming negative space

in the night sky


Helen Ogden

By Cynthia Anderson

lace jacket—

the woman

I wasn’t yet

Cynthia Anderson

By Arvinder Kaur

quarantine

a little palm reaches out

to first raindrops

 

Arvinder Kaur

By Manoj Sharma

covid spike

a swarm of mosquitoes 

in my dream 

Manoj Sharma

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

the wind but i am also a leaf

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Nani Mariani

on the mountain

hard to take down

wind of change


Nani Mariani

By Zahra Mughis

october dusk

the wind whispers

to scarecrows
 

Zahra Mughis

By Kathleen Vasek Trocmet

glittering sun path

between the pines

an echoed gunshot


Kathleen Vasek Trocmet

By Mircea Moldovan

night walk

carrying on his shoulders

the moon of stone

Mircea Moldovan

By Marilyn Ward

in a formal garden

a bramble makes its home...

always the rebel

Marilyn Ward

By Gerard Sarnat

You had the fancy

expensive Rolex watches

but we have the time.

Gerard Sarnat

By Cynthia Anderson

staring down

a lonely road—

the cat’s diagnosis

Cynthia Anderson

By Lucia Cardillo

summer end ...

a bead curtain

in the breeze

Lucia Cardillo

By Jeff Burt

Deciduous die,

evergreens brown. I see

ever not ever.

Jeff Burt

By Neena Singh

I gather

from a leafless hedge

an empty nest

Neena Singh