empty bed
sitting in the rocking chair
remembering
Stephen Jarrell Williams
she has a way
to stop and start
hearts
Stephen Jarrell Williams
empty bed
sitting in the rocking chair
remembering
Stephen Jarrell Williams
she has a way
to stop and start
hearts
Stephen Jarrell Williams
summer sea—
the wings of a seagull
enliven
the sky
Nicoletta Ignatti
scorching
sun—
living in the shadow
of
myself
Nicoletta Ignatti
paling
sky
the poison flower
blooms
B. L. Bruce
equinox—
Saturn’s
dance
with the moon
B. L. Bruce
withered
roses . . .
a love story
ended too soon
Rosa Maria Di Salvatore
cruel
world . . .
yet many roses
in bloom
Rosa Maria Di
Salvatore
reaching out
the teenager’s gaze
into
the void
Sébastien Revon
writer’s block
— somewhere
the blackbird
Sébastien Revon
bare feet encounter
Coney Island sand
feeling
the burn
Patricia Carragon
tar on sidewalk
melts like chocolate
in
the heat
Patricia Carragon
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
harvest time
the unbeatable law
of
karma
Govind Joshi
river transit
the lighthouse keeper
now
doubles as innkeeper
Govind Joshi
outdoor
barbecue:
on the radio
john lennon
with the
cicadas
adding their beat
Anthony Lusardi
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
frosty morning
talking to each other up close
the two white bubbles
where our words meet –
a
winter love story
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
cold tea my life wasted on work
Timothy
Daly
no less lovely
than the roses
. . . daisies
image and words Timothy
Daly