By Sreenath

earthen pot  –

the lady pours cool water

into my cupped hands

Sreenath

By Madisen Bellon

comet dances down

spitting fire, ash, and stardust

imprints on earth’s skin.

Madisen Bellon

By Govind Joshi

after the blossoms

bees too arrive

on the plum tree

Govind Joshi

By Hassane Zemmouri

amber scent...

on a fasting evening

a deep prayer

could it

erase all the sorrow?

Hassane Zemmouri

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

spring breeze –

 on the easel

 the buds bloom

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Ron Scully

nightingale

if I might have this dance

I would sing with you

Ron Scully

By Paul Callus

monologue

beside my mother’s grave

I share the latest news
 

Paul Callus

By Vivien Eliades

Maundy Thursday bells

we walk the local footpaths

admiring poppies

Vivien Eliades

By Samo Kreutz

old comb ...

the orchid scent

disentangled

Samo Kreutz

By Françoise Maurice

wild grasses

the breath of the wind

In her light hair

Françoise Maurice

By Goran Lowie

abandoned teddy

his playfulness

imprisoned by time

Goran Lowie

By Mona Bedi

tsundoku—

the untold stories

on my bookshelf

Mona Bedi

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winter loneliness

I gather the stars

for comfort

Mona Bedi

By Wai Mei Wong

almost spring

the bloom of plum blossoms

across the street


Wai Mei Wong

By Ellen Kom

new calendar

365 mantras

om on the wall


Ellen Kom

By Jennifer Gurney

When I hear our song

I smell the summer rain storm

From across the years

Jennifer Gurney

By Suzanne Leaf-Brock

swallowtail puddling—

mom’s fingertips

skim my cheek

Suzanne Leaf-Brock

By Chen-ou Liu

border checkpoint

the sound of snow geese

migrating

Chen-ou Liu

By JL Huffman

mating season

dead skunks stripe road edges

unhappy ending


JL Huffman