By Tim Murphy

autumn evening

stirring a saucepan

of hot chocolate

Tim Murphy

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

twilight

the familiar begins

to disappear

Joseph P. Wechselberger

*

empty mailbox

promises

not kept

Joseph P. Wechselberger

*

sometimes

pieces don't fit

puzzles

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Bonnie J Scherer

the poet within …

a facet in the

cut of my diamond

Bonnie J Scherer

By Mona Bedi

cold moon

the shivering ripples

of the sea

Mona Bedi

By Alvin B. Cruz

full moon

three nights in a row

still in love

Alvin B. Cruz

*

 

more than the flowers the scent of the flower vendor

Alvin B. Cruz

By Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

sweltering Lagos traffic —

juice in a bottle

cold pressed cane

bumper to bumper

sugarcane ants

Christina Chin / Uchechukwu Onyedikam

By Adrian Bouter

empty sky some things never come

Adrian Bouter

By Madeleine Vinluan

not much can change the world now except for the clouds

Madeleine Vinluan

By Simon De Courcey

The etiquette

of crows –

anything goes

Simon De Courcey

By Daniela Rodi

moonlit solitude...

a lone crow

in a bare tree

Daniela Rodi

By Meera Rehm

bitter morning

a wet leaf attaches

to my shoe

Meera Rehm

*

 

changing seasons. . .

the never ending cycle

of war and peace

Meera Rehm

By Kerry J Heckman

ukraine border town every sunset sacred

Kerry J Heckman

By Rob McKinnon

liberation…

invaders’ dead bodies

lie in the streets

Rob McKinnon

By Lynn Edge

final hymn

all five brothers

together now

Lynn Edge

*

 

a river of stars

down the wet highway

holiday traffic 

Lynn Edge

 

*

 

mowing canceled

dandelions and violets

in full bloom
 

Lynn Edge

By Deborah P Kolodji

those things

which should remain hidden

low tide

Deborah P Kolodji

*

 

dolphin performance

a whole family too seasick

to notice


Deborah P Kolodji

 

*

cold dripping rain

car beeps echo

in the stairwell

Deborah P Kolodji

By Keith Evetts

war of words

poets look 

for a retreat

Keith Evetts

By John Pappas

potter’s field

even the wind

unnamed

John Pappas

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

introvert tension–

the hairdresser 

just keeps on talking

Susan Bonk Plumridge