By Susanna Gilbert

Black-Eyed Susans cling

To muddy ditch bank haven.

And wink a goodbye.

Susanna Gilbert

                                           Photo c. Susanna Gilbert

By Maya Daneva

stronger in the mist…

the rhythm of soldiers’ steps

nearing the liquor store

Maya Daneva

*

 

tap, tap, tap…

this summer rain becomes

autumn

Maya Daneva

By Elancharan Gunasekaran

tank tracks

a sapling salutes

the sun

Elancharan Gunasekaran

*
 

light as spring breeze rat scratches a landmine


Elancharan Gunasekaran

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

night song

unaware of the city

listening
 

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By JL Huffman

crows caw calling

crack open the dawn

stillness shattered

JL Huffman

By Tuyet Van Do

daily walk–

his fur baby

brings along Pooh


Tuyet Van Do

*

 

 

half-eaten melon

hanging on the vine

unanswered questions

Tuyet Van Do

By René Bohnen

handful of almonds

bittersweet morsels –

book review

René Bohnen

*

 

a fig tree

on google maps

hides your house

René Bohnen

By Chen-ou Liu

river's edge ...

the rippling winter moon

and a white-haired man

Chen-ou Liu

By John Pappas

on both sides

of the tracks –

burial ground

John Pappas

By Katja Fox

end of summer –

birds and i

in muted tones

Katja Fox

*

 

 

language barrier –

so much laughter yet

so utterly alone

Katja Fox

By Madeleine Vinluan

much to talk about

when seasons change

Madeleine Vinluan

By Maria Teresa Piras

October moon –

the shadow of a farewell

that comes and goes

Maria Teresa Piras

By Ram Chandran

narrow country path

I give way

to stray cattle

Ram Chandran

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

busy diner

the waitress splashes coffee

in my saucer


Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Daipayan Nair

greeting card –

my thoughts

need more space

Daipayan Nair

By Douglas J. Lanzo

scent of mint

morning mist rising

over bamboo tea house

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Meera Rehm

measuring

the rain. . .

blackbird song


Meera Rehm

*

 

accepting

as i am. . .

heirloom eggplant


Meera Rehm

*

 

wherever i see

a river. . .

mother's voice


Meera Rehm

By Eavonka Ettinger

unable to stop

putting my finger in the

mouths of snapdragons

Eavonka Ettinger