spring
rain
green traffic lights
in a puddle
Sarah Paris
after
the storm
a skeleton tree cradles
dawn
Sarah Paris
spring
rain
green traffic lights
in a puddle
Sarah Paris
after
the storm
a skeleton tree cradles
dawn
Sarah Paris
Announcing the Touchstone Award nominations from CMJ:
traffic slows
I move the dead rabbit
to
safety
Tom Clausen
if peace
were a sound
snow
angels
C.X. Turner
my inner bear
begins to hibernate
cold
moon
Alfred Booth
a leafless tree
raises arms to the sky
praying
for peace
Neena Singh
grunting
I try not to be an animal
but
I am
Tony Williams
it
could be winter or it could be worse
Robert Epstein
periodic table
the stars that flow
through
us
Eugeniusz Zacharski
power outage
learning the shapes
of
familiar things
Helen Ogden
his first recital
a round of applause
for
all the pink
Barrie Levine
claiming
the American dream an American gun
Susan Yavaniski
windstorm
reading a letter
not
meant for me
Ruth Holzer
the deaf cat sees, I listen
summer
rain
Nicola Schaum
cloud
spotting my troubles shifting shape
Nicola Schaum
termite tango
drifting wings
glisten
at dusk
Nicola Schaum
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