By Joshua St. Claire

pink oleander

the scent of sunset

sings me into the sound

Joshua St. Claire

the ocean reveals

its colors 

dusk waves

Joshua St. Claire

By Tony Williams

skimming stone…

our home

in the universe

Tony Williams

tell me your name—

twisty blue

and purple thing

Tony Williams

By M. R. Pelletier

Heat wave—

   thanking the oaks

   that line the street

M. R. Pelletier

Recess—

   the schoolyard sparrows

   hide


M. R. Pelletier

By Mark Hendrickson

empty pews

in the old chapel

deadwood

Mark Hendrickson

my road trip with you

rolling down route 66

tumbleweeds

Mark Hendrickson

By Robert Witmer

parallel lives

a wormhole

in the first apple

Robert Witmer

a bird

sipping rain

from a worn-out shoe

Robert Witmer

By Wanda Amos

ancient swamp now desert

emerging from dust

dinosaurs

Wanda Amos

no escape…

a bad dream

on replay

image and words Wanda Amos

By Anthony Ward

Finding a moth

Glued to the condensation

I reflect upon death

Anthony Ward

By Alvin B. Cruz

news of a friend's passing summer clouds

Alvin B. Cruz

bedtime stories

grandma reads

the palm of my hand

Alvin B. Cruz

clouds drifting further tests

Alvin B. Cruz

By Adrian Bouter

air roots

his father too

a pilot

Adrian Bouter

By Tsanka Shishkova

shining sun

after the longest night

war is over

Tsanka Shishkova

my new haiku

maybe someone already

wrote it


Tsanka Shishkova

By Nivedita Rao

wednesday morning

the chai goes cold

again

Nivedita Rao

what i was

i am not

shedded snakeskin

Nivedita Rao

By Irena Jovanović

Petal by petal

Lotus flower blooming joy

Shiny dance of life

Irena Jovanović

By Alicia Alves

Coffee Ritual

I pour the coffee

then I stir clockwise three times

to get through the day

Alicia Alves

By JL Huffman

butterfly bush awash with wings

JL Huffman

By Nancy Brady

mountain trail

our footsteps silenced

by pine needles

Nancy Brady

By Bipasha Majumder (De)

mother's hair . . .

the sky overcast

with nimbus clouds

Bipasha Majumder (De)

By Scott Wiggerman

a bee disappears

in a purple wine cup

I follow his cue

Scott Wiggerman

deep purple dirge of elections

Scott Wiggerman

weight limits

the baggage we learn

to live without

Scott Wiggerman

disbelief

in resurrection

the many times

dead trees

come back to life

Scott Wiggerman

scavenging

old wood

for tree forts

before I knew

people live in less


Scott Wiggerman

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

drumstick curry

mother says mine isn't

like her mother's

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury