By Monica Kakkar

vinyl of nocturnes

celebrates my solitude—

Saint Valentine's Day

Monica Kakkar

By Mike Gallagher

lovers

loving the intimacy

of shadows

Mike Gallagher

By Scott Wiggerman

arguing

about their affairs

child-proof language

Scott Wiggerman

By David He

first kiss

the dark mystery

of a new moon

David He

By Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

pair of lovebirds

winter is coming

to a close

Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

By Adrian Bouter

elderly couple

the folded hands

of winter dusk

Adrian Bouter

By Ravi Kiran

how many words

does kintsugi need

porcelain heart

Ravi Kiran

still in the e-cart

all those gifts I wish

she would take

Ravi Kiran

Valentine’s Day

the flipped coin says

don’t click ‘Send’

Ravi Kiran

By Ram Chandran

Of Twilight Memories

fallen petals—

memories of those days

we were together

twilight

a butterfly fades away...

leaving memories behind

beach sunset

waves slowly spread...

your memories

Ram Chandran

By Tony Williams

grunting

I try not to be an animal

but I am


Tony Williams

By Ruth Van Alstine

from cool mountain slopes

plucked Oolong tea leaves

brew the black dragon

Ruth Van Alstine

By Refika Dedić

two leaves

on a bare tree

still together

Refika Dedić

By Ray Spitzenberger

the joy

the little one

brought us

old

ones

Ray Spitzenberger

By Ellen Kom

heart monitor...

beats of rage

killing time

Ellen Kom

frail bones hanging on the dawn


Ellen Kom

By Dmitry Peredonov

Christmas night

the flavor of

mistletoe tea

Dmitry Peredonov

By Nicky Gutierrez

campfire

only the moon

in the thermos

Nicky Gutierrez

burning coals

the golden leaves

fall on us

Nicky Gutierrez

monastery grounds

the sandhill crane

makes her nest

Nicky Gutierrez

 

rabbit on the moon

can my voice

reach yours?

Nicky Gutierrez

By Susan Burch

refugee moon

my heart in a kingdom

far far away

Susan Burch

By Joanna Ashwell

twinkle toes

the tabby cat’s

midnight prowl


Joanna Ashwell

By C. Jean Downer

doctors speak

of failing systems

in this world

where will I

find home

C. Jean Downer

same stories

everyday…

tonight, I mourn

all that is left

unsaid

C. Jean Downer