By Pris Campbell

mornings

without birdsong

barred, too

from words of love

as my deafness deepens

Pris Campbell

By Chris Langer

the spotted dragonfly

in turn

spots me

Chris Langer

By Rupa Anand

paddy cut—

he anoints his sickle

with sandalwood paste

Rupa Anand

 

(veneration of instruments used in harvesting is common in India)

By Agus Maulana Sunjaya

wrestling

with the starless sky

an old windmill

Agus Maulana Sunjaya

*

 

our talk

getting heavier

autumn rain

Agus Maulana Sunjaya

By Simon De Courcey

no footprints –

just the clacking gossip

of grey pebbles

Simon De Courcey

By Patricia Furstenberg

old wooden door

like a pining widow

hugged by sunset

Patricia Furstenberg

By Bonnie J Scherer

haiku poetry — arranged marriage with a happy ending

Bonnie J Scherer

*

 

climate change

debated — while the

baked Alaska melts


Bonnie J Scherer

By Gail Brooks

oppressive

summer heat and fires

preparation

for the after-life or

a consequence of neglect?

Gail Brooks

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