By Anne Curran

foreign posting

the aerograms

I write home

Anne Curran

city square —

the clink of loose change

into the busker's hat

Anne Curran

city square —

the sweet melodies

of a weary busker

Anne Curran

By Priti Khullar

social media

tattered flag at a hill

battling to be seen

Priti Khullar

By Barrie Levine

outbox draft

deleting the dear

in her dear john letter

Barrie Levine

 

in his place

in my bed

the cat

Barrie Levine

 

his first recital

a round of applause

for all the pink

Barrie Levine

By Neena Singh

half moon

hides in the pine...

words left unsaid

Neena Singh

 

a barn owl's cry:

the dark circles

under my eyes

Neena Singh

Five Fleas Itchy Poetry

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

 

  Family of Birds

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

in bloom…

the scent of light

of your hand cream

Steliana Cristina Voicu

crab apple moon —

the painter carefully rounds

a blossom

Steliana Cristina Voicu

majestic moon

growing from the silence

plum blossoms

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Sharon Ferrante

I watch a candle

warm itself

on my wall

I want that passion

in the yellow haze

Sharon Ferrante

I always

tell the truth—

it was me

who threw Jupiter

her little moons

Sharon Ferrante

I wonder

if I leave my cloak

in your cold forest

will it take away

your shiver?


Sharon Ferrante

By Sankara Jayanth

white dove

a token totem

for non-existent peace

Sankara Jayanth

perennials not without goodbyes


Sankara Jayanth

By Susan Yavaniski

flu season . . .

the hypochondriac

senses demise

in a single sneeze

that could wake the dead

Susan Yavaniski

a big smile. . .

hiding the wrinkles

in my confidence

Susan Yavaniski

ear doctor

surely the whole office hears

my diagnosis

Susan Yavaniski

claiming the American dream an American gun

Susan Yavaniski

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

dancing on rooftops

new declaration

end of all wars


Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Shasta Hatter

watercolor

of purple and blue

moon rising

Shasta Hatter

fog

in distant trees...

funeral rites

Shasta Hatter

By Susan Burch

pollen counting the ways you hate me

Susan Burch

By Stephanie Zepherelli

bitter wind

lost voices

of loved ones

Stephanie Zepherelli

carving wood

i remember dad’s hands

covered in dust

Stephanie Zepherelli

butterfly wings

perfectly balanced

spring equinox

Stephanie Zepherelli

barren landscape

one flower blooming

is enough

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Steve Van Allen

birds fly a pathless path

with no contrail

Steve Van Allen

By Ruth Holzer

only after

you switch the light off

in the hall

and the last plane of the night

descends, can I fall asleep

Ruth Holzer

windstorm

reading a letter

not meant for me


Ruth Holzer

By David He

first kiss

the dark mystery

of a new moon

David He

By Pitt Büerken

trial

the judge drops

the gavel


Pitt Büerken