walking barefoot
a thousand times
the
sand remembers us
Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D.
walking barefoot
a thousand times
the
sand remembers us
Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D.
late mowing —
no more
bees in the hive
Elena Zouain
snow moon over sea —
one more journey in solitude
Elena Zouain
an innermost flood
the landscape forever changed
when
her water broke
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
tending her garden
the woman with dementia
remembers
who's who
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
through hospital doors
the smell of earth after rain
hands
me one more day
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
she wonders aloud
what might burn through the darkness
and
asks for a star
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
between
silt and sleet
carp
season
Eugeniusz Zacharski
periodic table
the stars that flow
through
us
Eugeniusz Zacharski
heavy snow
her bereavement leave
runs
out
Alvin B. Cruz
sand between my toes...
i carry the sound
of
waves
Alvin B. Cruz
stargazing
on a cloudless night
clear
consciousness
Amin
Jacek Pędziwiater
winter solstice
in the drawer money
for
the last trip
Carmela Marino
a little girl
discovers her shadow
bamboo
shoots
Carmela Marino
in a random bookshop
just
for the addictive smell
of printed paper
Oscar Luparia
tailwind
. . .
my running performance
one minute shorter
Oscar Luparia
sound of water
even the long winter
goes
by
poem and photo: Oscar
Luparia
winter parting
I listen to the silence
she
left behind
Chen-ou Liu
shower time
soap bubble after soap bubble
after
my son's laughter
Chen-ou Liu
rekindling
warm
memories
gathering monarchs
Douglas J. Lanzo
granting
one wish one thousand folded cranes
Douglas J. Lanzo
wonderland
magic
an impala bounds
higher with each leap
Douglas J. Lanzo
power outage
learning the shapes
of
familiar things
Helen Ogden
memorial service
getting to know the man
I
thought I knew
Helen Ogden
afterschool snack
the puddles that gather
around
our boots
Joshua Gage
queen anne’s lace
shadows of minnows
on
the creek bed
Joshua Gage
flu season
I brush her hair
from
her sleeping face
Joshua Gage
Orion in the evening
my
ancestor in the distant past.
Fhen M.
In my solitude
a
frog jumps in.
Fhen M.
It's Monday
gazing
at the moon's crater.
Fhen M.
that thrill rekindled—
silently looking at leaves
whirling
in the wind
Mihaela Babusanu
a cart full of grapes—
father even since sunrise
cleaning
the barrels
Mihaela Babusanu
Saint Valentine's Day—
ripping the heart from my hand
a
strong gust of wind
Mihaela Babusanu
starry sky
checking the constellations
one
more time
Govind Joshi
sunset sky
the jumbo jet's passengers
entering
the clouds
Govind Joshi
power outage
in the room
a
memory
Govind Joshi