By Chris Collins

scratching like crazy

FedEx arrives

with itch cream

Chris Collins

By Mark Hendrickson

misspent youth

if only I could

misspend it again

Mark Hendrickson

By Alexis Rotella

from one balcony to the next spider silk

Alexis Rotella

By Andrew Brindle

mountain mist

the emptiness

between us

Andrew Brindle

a silent falling

of late summer dreams

ocean rain

Andrew Brindle

all the words

we left unsaid

shrouded mountains

Andrew Brindle

By Alvin B. Cruz

finding peace

in a lonely place

desert lily

Alvin B. Cruz

By Anthony Lusardi

almost like your first love

no one gets over

their first fright

Anthony Lusardi

By Anthony Ward

Autumn evenings

Nights like spilled ink

Encapsulating memories

Anthony Ward

By Anju Kishore

rain needles

the streetlight spotlights

a shivering cat

Anju Kishore

summer holidays

a family of monkeys

on the clothesline

Anju Kishore

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

wind gusts

a comb-over

flips


Joseph P. Wechselberger

Father's Day

the annual reminder

I will never be one


Joseph P. Wechselberger

a squirrel nibbling

the tree's last pear

cold drizzle

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Jonash Lepcha

we destroy forests

to make paper and pencils

to write 'save the trees'

Jonash Lepcha

By John J. Dunphy

politician's speech

I stop his lying

by pressing mute

John J. Dunphy

 

 

high-end church

its communion wine

very dry

John J. Dunphy

By Jerome Berglund

long weekend

the news comes

on a friday

Jerome Berglund

By Jennifer Gurney

leaves changing

nearly as quickly

as life

Jennifer Gurney

 

all along the street

in the quiet of the night

fireflies dance

as if

no one is watching

Jennifer Gurney

By Kelly Moyer

 

Without You

Kelly Moyer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oaknuts

Kelly Moyer

By Marilyn Ashbaugh

returning every year autumn solitude


Marilyn Ashbaugh

no rush to say goodbye scarlet maple


Marilyn Ashbaugh

autumn sky

a new galaxy

in the cat’s eyes


Marilyn Ashbaugh

an ant

with its own agenda

conference room


Marilyn Ashbaugh

skip in the record the wingbeats of swans


Marilyn Ashbaugh

By j rap

hexagon to square

my shrinking circle

of friends

j rap

 

 

coming out of the storm I didn’t know I was in


j rap

dusk

a single sheet of paper

swirls down the empty street


j rap

By Chen-ou Liu

in my tank

rainbow koi swimming

in circles ...

the same question years ago,

to stay or to go

Chen-ou Liu

By Pitt Büerken

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