By Pitt Büerken

waiting

for Aladdin to come back

oil lamp

Pitt Büerken

By Anthony Lusardi

outdoor barbecue:

on the radio

john lennon

with the cicadas

adding their beat

Anthony Lusardi

By Elena Zouain

freshness of the night –

little by little the moon also moves away

Elena Zouain

poppy –

the transparency of its dress


Elena Zouain

summer evening –

the symphony of silence

resounds

Elena Zouain

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

frosty morning

talking to each other up close

the two white bubbles

where our words meet –

a winter love story

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Oscar Luparia

 

midsummer dream

only Puck

is late

image and words Oscar Luparia

By Timothy Daly

cold tea my life wasted on work

 
Timothy Daly

 

no less lovely

than the roses

. . . daisies

image and words Timothy Daly

By Stephen Toft

winter stars

gritting the road

to the hospice

Stephen Toft

cirrus cloud

a wisp of sheep’s fleece

on the wire fence

Stephen Toft

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