teacup
in a garden
water
for the birds
Cherri Sutphin
arboretum
a hidden home
for
fairies
Cherri Sutphin
teacup
in a garden
water
for the birds
Cherri Sutphin
arboretum
a hidden home
for
fairies
Cherri Sutphin
soft music
wafts into my room
in dreams
my son’s song
plays
on
Karen O'Leary
scraping to survive
a guitar man
with
a broken string
Karen O'Leary
Father’s
Day
inside our frisbee circle
blur of poodle
j
rap
up till dawn …
a shared apple
crisp
at Denny’s
j rap
rainbow
—
accepting all colors of light
Elena
Zouain
sudden
downpour —
the smell of the earth
Elena Zouain
Resting by the river
I forget time
Embracing
eternity
Anthony Ward
Alone in the library
I browse many books
That
remain closed to me
Anthony Ward
sundowner
a splash of colors
in
my glass
Padma Rajeswari Tata
sleepless
one by one by one …
the
swoosh of cars
Padma Rajeswari Tata
A kite flies freely,
harmonising with the breeze,
its string broken,
surrendering to
the
destiny of the wind.
David Ngo
Elephants and turtles
dance in the wind,
while lemongrass and tom yum
swirl in the air,
amidst
a babel of languages.
David Ngo
night lightning
the restlessness
in
the stables
Ravi Kiran
koi pond
no sign that says
no
fishing
Ravi Kiran
Afghan flower girl—
bunches of pink tulip
in
her black eyes
Krzysztof Kokot
the war—
at the butcher's door
skinny
dog
Krzysztof Kokot
spring breeze
through the stairway window
the
pines
Govind Joshi
spring rain
in the silence
a
brown leaf
Govind Joshi
strawberries
summer feelings up by two euros
than
the year before
Deborah Karl-Brandt
perfect
summer days for snails another downpour
Deborah Karl-Brandt
summer day
a surfer rides
the
rising sun
Neena Singh
my arms
cradle the dog
into
the grave
Neena Singh
city
pigeons
always something
to peck at
Tony Williams
thunder
answering thunder
with thunder
Tony
Williams
street light
the distant echo
of
a birthday party
Françoise Maurice
every so often
through the clouds
the
Moon
Françoise Maurice
jam
session
a cupboard lined
with mason jars
Marilyn
Ashbaugh
the
daisies
say it best
morning sun
Marilyn Ashbaugh
Space station—
who hears the mouse’s
frightened squeak?
M. R. Pelletier
Kitchen window—
a stray dog
in the front yard
M. R. Pelletier
sunflowers
my shadow and I
move
around
Nisha Raviprasad
broken vase
I bottle my tears
once
again
Nisha Raviprasad
after all this time...
chocolate donut
touches
my lips
Jovana Dragojlovic
somewhere else...
sounds like a place without
any
problem
Jovana Dragojlovic