By Richard Bailly

click click

escaping the nightmare

ruby slippers

Richard Bailly

oolong

in the kettle

too long

Richard Bailly

By M. R. Pelletier

Mid-morning lull ...

   the barista busies himself

   with a broom

M. R. Pelletier

By Monica Kakkar

bounty of bright breeze—

ribbons and laces askew

leapfrog on leap day

Monica Kakkar

By Mircea Moldovan

so much light and yet dark

Mircea Moldovan

 

 

a hedge

between him and her

winter end


Mircea Moldovan

By Mark Forrester

corner hutch—

my grandmother’s glass

for cutting biscuits

Mark Forrester

By Kelly Sargent

war and peace

not always

black and white

Kelly Sargent

creeping ivy

through the wagon handle

the decisions

I make

by indecision

Kelly Sargent

winter sky swallows the words I can’t take back

Kelly Sargent

By JL Huffman

unnatural glow

backlit mountain ridges

boros below

JL Huffman

snowbound day

chili heats

palate and soul

JL Huffman

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

on the doorstep

will she finally enter

new moon

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

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