retired
he completes his profile
on
a dating site
Francoise Maurice
east wind
the yellow of dawn
at
the window
Francoise Maurice
retired
he completes his profile
on
a dating site
Francoise Maurice
east wind
the yellow of dawn
at
the window
Francoise Maurice
the last songbird
on a mountaintop
singing
to the world
Stephen Jarrell Williams
empty railroad tracks
sunflowers reaching skyward
between
the steel rails
Stephen Jarrell Williams
midnight snowfall
the nonstop blaring
of
a car alarm
Chen-ou Liu
gathering shadows
ten more people ticketed
for
sleeping rough
Chen-ou Liu
cavern
walls—
humming a tune
from another time
Mark
Forrester
morning
mist
a few swans sleeping
on the pond—
still giving
each other
the silent treatment
Mark Forrester
turbulence
the art of
balancing
black coffee
Ravi Kiran
a second look
at the first impression
red
mushroom
Ravi Kiran
partial sight
his
life
in a goldfish bowl
Tony Williams
hailstorm—
my
hand stuck out
to feel the sting
Tony Williams
I took the dragon
by the tail held onto it
my compass
circle after circle in sand
it
drew me inward
Kathabela Wilson
pendulum swing
I let
the memory
heal
Manoj Sharma
office
window
the ascending aroma
from the alley bakery
Manoj
Sharma
long
night
the lonely baying
of a stray dog
Manoj Sharma
March
wind
a drifting leaf settles
on my shoulder
Manoj
Sharma
ancestral
well
remembering
my foremothers
Manoj Sharma
stale
bread we can’t break the silence
Timothy Daly
blackberry
bush this bitter departure
Timothy Daly
the
side they don’t see of me half moon
Timothy Daly
no water lilies
but rock reflections
in the winter pond
I look for beauty
in
the cold and gray
Jackie Chou
a
stone Buddha
on the garden path
reminds me
it was
many years ago
I last lit incense
Jackie Chou
two blue-tailed birds
hopping in and out
of a fallen tree
all the things I cannot name
on
my midday walk
Jackie Chou
the sky tonight
bereft of the moon
and stars...
I write a love poem
about
airplanes
Jackie Chou
Did I waste myself on excess,
Wanting too much
Until
it became too little?
Anthony Ward
To see the moon and hear the loon
Is
to feel what night is made of
Anthony Ward
Leaves
dance to the rhythm of the rain
Anthony Ward