By Zhihua Wang

So much just happened

in a new poem, yet the world

remains the same.

Zhihua Wang

By Alfred Booth

as if a satellite

could replace a full moon . . .

machine-gun dreams

Alfred Booth

*

what does

a machine know of awe?

the Milky Way

Alfred Booth

By Krzysztof Kokot

a globe –

a fruit fly has just climbed

Mt Everest

Krzysztof Kokot

By Jennifer Gurney

Downhill to the sea

I descend on shifting sands

To reach the ocean

Jennifer Gurney

By Andrew Markowski

temple fog—

nothing but emptiness

in the zen garden

Andrew Markowski

*

 

on crowded sidewalks

just enough rain

for umbrellas to bloom

Andrew Markowski

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

speed dating

the changing colors

of her mood ring

Joseph P. Wechselberger

*

 

a lawn full of dandelions

going to seed

foreclosure

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Allyson Whipple

bourbon’s last gasp

at the back of my throat—

what’s left unsaid

Allyson Whipple

By Robert Witmer

starlight vanishing

a cry of surprise

from the rooster

Robert Witmer

*

silence

playing chess

with the moonlight

Robert Witmer

By Wai Mei Wong

dusk—

behind the windows

silent movies we are in

Wai Mei Wong

By John J. Dunphy

hailstorm

alley-drinkers take refuge

in a dumpster

John J. Dunphy

*

desert highway

hitchhiker struck by

a tumbleweed

John J. Dunphy

By Silvia Bistocchi

Red poppies —

suddenly the dawn

beyond the soldiers

Silvia Bistocchi

By Mona Bedi

placebo effect his sugar coated demeanour

Mona Bedi

*

 

torrential rain

the similar greyness

of tombstones

Mona Bedi

By Helen Ogden

forgotten meadow

tattered ribbons hanging

from the old maypole

Helen Ogden

By Tuyet Van Do

mid-day rain

in carport corner

an empty nest

Tuyet Van Do

By Debarati Sen

cold moon —

the patches across

her heart

Debarati Sen

 

*

rainbow —

pride walk paints my

city’s face

Debarati Sen

By Daipayan Nair

stone skipping —

to know the swamp has

a heartbeat

Daipayan Nair

*

 

zebra crossing —

this haste

between us

Daipayan Nair

By Krit Venambal

Night and moon

still the breeze

Unseen blossoms


Krit Venambal

By Tony Williams

his mood wilting spinach in the

pan

Tony Williams

*

 

first swim class

my daughter

windmills it

Tony Williams