overcast sky
nothing to do, she watches
the
cawing crow
Mallika Chari
continuous drizzle
the street vendor’s restlessness
all
day long
Mallika Chari
prayer
we repeat it
in our mother tongue
Mallika Chari
overcast sky
nothing to do, she watches
the
cawing crow
Mallika Chari
continuous drizzle
the street vendor’s restlessness
all
day long
Mallika Chari
prayer
we repeat it
in our mother tongue
Mallika Chari
biding its time
a poppy bud
about
to bloom
Helen Ogden
folding laundry
the odd sock
set
aside
Helen Ogden
condolences
the heavy weight
of
empty space
Helen Ogden
leap day
keeping pace
with the planets
Helen Ogden
waiting
for
the storm to pass . . .
counting seconds
between the
flash
and the boom
Anthony Lusardi
Three hours
before the alarm—patterns
in the ceiling
M.
R. Pelletier
Sunday in the park—
a sermon
of barks
M. R.
Pelletier
breaking news
from Tokyo
cherry
blossoms
Shawn Blair
old headstones
the preacher
leans
on his wife
Shawn Blair
grey morning
along an eagle’s flight
the
passing sky
Ishan Anagh
a bookmark…
carried from book to book
endings
Ishan Anagh
late afternoon –
my father’s voice
growing
old in the wind
Ishan Anagh
first buds
heed its call
spring
moon
Melissa Laussmann
cherry blossoms–
this ephemeral life
whispers
in the dark
Melissa Laussmann
twilight breeze–
the scent of jasmine
lingers
on her robe
Melissa Laussmann
Mother Earth
on
life support
Susan Yavaniski
dark sky sanctuary
the Dipper catches
another
satellite
Susan Yavaniski
mud season
up to my ears
in
travel brochures
Susan Yavaniski
melting glacier
a loophole
in
the law
Susan Yavaniski
day moon
just a fable
in
darkness
Joanna Ashwell
night lantern
the wishing star
of
a dream
Joanna
Ashwell
snow dark
the inner silence
of
a wish
Joanna Ashwell
head banging
to a backbeat
the
mosh pit mayhem
Wanda Amos
common sense calls…
breaking the glass ceiling
with self-belief
she cuts through
the
bullshit
Wanda Amos
date night where to now
Wanda Amos
pressing snooze
...again
the
cat and i
Wanda
Amos
waning moon
the point he tries to make
fading
Sharon Ferrante
he can’t sleep
so he writes me a poem
about the cricket
in the corner
that
never sleeps
Sharon Ferrante
afternoon tea
strong stories
brewing
Sharon Ferrante
a long day
I shake the regrets
from
my wings
Sharon Ferrante