By B. L. Bruce

paling sky

the poison flower

blooms


B. L. Bruce

equinox—

Saturn’s dance

with the moon


B. L. Bruce

By Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

withered roses . . .

a love story

ended too soon

Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

cruel world . . .

yet many roses

in bloom

Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

By Sébastien Revon

reaching out

the teenager’s gaze

into the void

Sébastien Revon

writer’s block

— somewhere

the blackbird

Sébastien Revon

By Patricia Carragon

bare feet encounter

Coney Island sand

feeling the burn

Patricia Carragon

tar on sidewalk

melts like chocolate

in the heat

Patricia Carragon

By Randy Brooks

back home

from voting

the forgotten chocolate

in my pocket

gone soft

Randy Brooks

life of a poet

raising a few

choice

words

in the garden
 

Randy Brooks

By James Penha

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

python coiled

in durian tree ready

to sleep not strike

image and words James Penha

By Govind Joshi

harvest time

the unbeatable law

of karma

Govind Joshi

river transit

the lighthouse keeper

now doubles as innkeeper

Govind Joshi

By Yasir Farooq

autumn leaves

in the bucket

silence

Yasir Farooq

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