By Douglas J. Lanzo

yesterday’s paper

lines homeless man’s dreams

with what could have been


Douglas J. Lanzo

By Vasile Moldovan

from the hospital gate

two paths are beginning...

only one to home


Vasile Moldovan

By Lakshmi Iyer

night light slips

into my milkshake

vanilla moon

Lakshmi Iyer

By Veronika Zora Novak

awakening

the mind of a lotus . . .

akitsu

Veronika Zora Novak

By Vladislav Hristov

quince garden

my mom’s perfume

alive again

Vladislav Hristov

By Agus Maulana Sunjaya

balmy breeze

mother traces

my face


Agus Maulana Sunjaya

By Mirela Brăilean

winter sea
— 
a fair-weather flag
ragged by wind

Mirela Brăilean

By Jackie Chou

pandemic

the lilt of a flute song

lifts the blues

Jackie Chou

By Tsanka Shishkova

lily pond

the flickering reflections

of the stars


Tsanka Shishkova

By Douglas J. Lanzo

Spanish moss

bathed in moonlight

drapes romance by the bay

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Milan Rajkumar

classical dance

the divine proportion—

she once talked

of a blooming lotus

on a stone buddha's lap


Milan Rajkumar

By Mircea Moldovan

nomadland

between a cactus

and a singing stone

having dinner on clay plates

with a stranger

Mircea Moldovan

By Sushama Kapur

secrets lost a labyrinth of drawers

Sushama Kapur

By Keith Evetts

insomnia drips from the faucet

Keith Evetts

By Michael Nickels-Wisdom

fin- 

gers 

once 

straight 

and 

branch- 

es 

new- 

ly 

bare


 

Michael Nickels-Wisdom

By Minal Sarosh

garden party

the squirrel goes up the

squirrel goes down
 

Minal Sarosh

By Christian Ward

Trees undress themselves

Christian Ward

By Jackie Chou

basement haven

a ceiling water stain

smiles at me


Jackie Chou