French Press
he gets full custody
of
the coffee beans
Randy Brooks
prayer beads
touching each one
with
a wish
Deborah Karl-Brandt
echo of an echo
the questions which remain
unanswered
Deborah Karl-Brandt
for all its faults
the iridescence
of
the pigeon
Helen Ogden
farmhouse ruins
a blue door
off
its hinges
Helen Ogden
spring blues
missing
the feeling
for all that pink
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
walking upside down
a fly finding its way
to
the light
Albert Schlaht
morning sun
a pot of tea
and
Basho
Albert Schlaht
ventriloquist
throws voice across valley
dandelions
Jerome Berglund
frosted shadows
searching for the
cause
of death
Jerome Berglund
the sound of their leaving
geese
in the mist
Bryan Rickert
always on the move
my one sided
conversation
with
the stream
Bryan Rickert
creek trickle
counting the planks
in
the boardwalk
Brad Benett
cloud drift
wind wrangles
the
chimney smoke
Brad Benett
four-legged sweater
he sniffs his way
to
the rainbow bridge
Barrie Levine
freshman dorm
my roommate’s bedspread
clashes
with mine
Barrie Levine
night read
an ant beats me
to
Basho
Biswajit Mishra
wrong foot
on freshly mopped floor
my
shoe prints
Biswajit Mishra
losing keys
the pleasure
of
rediscovering
Biswajit Mishra
such love
the day after Valentine’s
dark chocolates
are all gone leaving
an
empty heart
Biswajit Mishra
Hayrolls, photo by Biswajit Mishra
Full Moon, photo
by Biswajit Mishra
Human
Nature
glasswing butterfly
I mark its spirals
and seek a certain release
in
its weightlessness
cellophane in silky flight
my son does not see
his cruel potential
it is just a bug
west
wind in summer
he tears wings with glee
my hands tremble in a breeze
too cold for August
Philip Andrew Lisi
Cuckoo's Song
from
morning
following me everywhere—
this cuckoo's song
a
cuckoo song
answering
a distant cuckoo song
banyan
tree—
a cuckoo's song lengthens
through aerial roots
cuckoo's
song
in sync with
monsoon rains
Ram Chandran
gossip mill fast food in all seasons
John Zheng
long
shutdown the stone path sprawled with silence
John Zheng
sundown
a hobo’s shadow drags into moonrise
John Zheng
disordered
books stacked in order in my mind
John Zheng