By Chris Langer

broken radio

driving to the sound

of rainfall

Chris Langer

By M. R. Pelletier

My haiku—

   the bulk of them

   unseasoned

M. R. Pelletier

By John J. Dunphy

midnight melody

our cat walks

on the piano keys

John J. Dunphy

*

 

backyard

a squirrel chows down on

my aunt’s fruitcake

John J. Dunphy

*

 

freeze warning

I put out extra food for

my feral cats

John J. Dunphy

By Arvinder Kaur

beyond the poems

beyond the battlefield

mother’s vacant gaze

Arvinder Kaur

By Wai Mei Wong

recurring dream—

I tell myself

I’m not superstitious

Wai Mei Wong

By Janet Ruth

tumbleweeds

pile against the fence

howling wind

Janet Ruth

*

in my dream

he climbs a ladder

saying goodbye

Janet Ruth

By Maya Daneva

red maple leaf...

the citizenship

I call mine

Maya Daneva

By David Josephsohn

gusting winds

our laundry entangled

just as our lives

David Josephsohn

*

 

empty pages

every moment begs

to be written

David Josephsohn

By Barrie Levine

family reunion

my view rises to the top

of the tree

Barrie Levine

*

 

ironing the infinite length of a shirtsleeve

Barrie Levine

*

 

cleaning up

my contact list

fast-moving rain

Barrie Levine

*

the touch of stiffened wool dad’s pea coat

Barrie Levine

*

tossing and turning

my unsettled thoughts

slip to the floor

Barrie Levine

By A.J. Anwar

lowland complex

the main road

becomes a river

A.J. Anwar

By Jennifer Gurney

How can there be so

Many unanswered questions

In one human heart?

Jennifer Gurney

By Elena Malec

late fall orchard —

fluffing up feathers

sparrows sustain the sky


Elena Malec

By Stephen Williams

sandy beach

being washed away

jealous storms


Stephen Williams

By Mirela Brăilean

at the spring

in my cupped palms

his thirsty lips


Mirela Brăilean

By Katja Fox

secrets of the moor— 

buried forever

the peat cutter’s sighs

Katja Fox

By Ellen Kom

a swirl of clouds

the shape of my day

in tears

Ellen Kom

By Vladislav Hristov

aging

his wrinkles

on her face


Vladislav Hristov

By Angiola Inglese

first cold —

let's go to breathe

the last rose

Angiola Inglese