By Diana Teneva

a dandelion…

long-forgotten secrets

in the silence

Diana Teneva

By Barrie Levine

service dog

guarding

my inner silence

Barrie Levine

*

 

before plastic the velvet edge of sea glass

Barrie Levine

By Pippa Phillips

dwindling twilight

the silence eats

a cicada

Pippa Phillips

 

*

 

doomscrolling—

the green

of an unwitnessed tree

Pippa Phillips

By David Josephsohn

kitchen drawer

the clanging of knives

sharpens my appetite

David Josephsohn

*

 

tornado warning

the winds laugh

at our intrusion

David Josephsohn

By Susan Burch

braying donkey I make an ass of myself

Susan Burch

*

 

King Arthur camped out on my couchalot

Susan Burch

By Mona Bedi

wayward wind

learning to be

indifferent

Mona Bedi

By Bisshie

snowflakes at midnight

the wino warms his hands

over the oil drum

Bisshie

By Mirela Brăilean

transfusion

all these unknown

blood brothers

Mirela Brăilean

By Herbert Shippey

floorboards creak

the house settles

into old age

Herbert Shippey

By Maya Daneva

New Year’s covid

measuring my fever

for first time

Maya Daneva

 

*

Father’s Day

thinking of the kidney donor

of my father

Maya Daneva

By Gerald Friedman

morning glory flowers

die in a day

but those from stems trimmed off

tossed in the shade

last and last.

Gerald Friedman

By Birk Andersson

side by side

the names of the dead

antique bookshop

Birk Andersson

By Naomi G Tangonan

mother’s wheelchair

empty for years now

i still hug her there

Naomi G Tangonan

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

scent of pine away from the hustle

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

*

 

until i can no longer mourn this dried up river

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

*

avalanche

when i gaze

into my past

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

*

winter

but i am always

ravenous

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

*

then watch me dissolve into the cosmos

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Mona Bedi

winter stars

this wish to return

home
 

Mona Bedi

*

 

back home

I caress a pebble

from the mountain

Mona Bedi

By Mark Scott

winter moon

finding joy in 100

unfinished haiku

Mark Scott

*

 

winter sunrise–

always the crow

never the sparrow

Mark Scott

By Angiola Inglese

moving house–

different and the same

I look at the moon

Angiola Inglese

By John Paul Caponigro

snow drifts

filling my footsteps

the way home is lost

John Paul Caponigro