By Chen-ou Liu

first day

after being laid off

alone

and awake to the silence

of falling leaves

Chen-ou Liu

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

rusty red

the colour of my heart

in a leaf


Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Kamrun Nahar

         thirsty leaves...

cries for monsoon

         at a winter dusk


Kamrun Nahar

By David He

I glance back

at her window light

after I leave

cold wind

strikes my face

David He

*

 

a little boy

waves goodbye

to the whistling train...

Mum's tears

soak her mask
 

David He

*

 

snowflakes

dance through the air

before a lightpost

an old monk

whispers his prayer
 

David He

By Mircea Moldovan

death spits pumpkin seeds in the hospital yard

Mircea Moldovan

By Amoolya Kamalnath

emptying into the ocean another new day

Amoolya Kamalnath

By Joshua St. Claire

Cartesian coordinates

between the horizon and I

herons

Joshua St. Claire

*
 

grandpa’s pantry

all lined up

sardine cans

Joshua St. Claire

By Tony Williams

toadstools

the choir stands up

to sing

Tony Williams

By J. D. Nelson

in the fruit basket:

avocados, tangerines,

one purple onion

J. D. Nelson

By Tim Murphy

autumn evening

stirring a saucepan

of hot chocolate

Tim Murphy

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

twilight

the familiar begins

to disappear

Joseph P. Wechselberger

*

empty mailbox

promises

not kept

Joseph P. Wechselberger

*

sometimes

pieces don't fit

puzzles

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Bonnie J Scherer

the poet within …

a facet in the

cut of my diamond

Bonnie J Scherer

By Mona Bedi

cold moon

the shivering ripples

of the sea

Mona Bedi

By Alvin B. Cruz

full moon

three nights in a row

still in love

Alvin B. Cruz

*

 

more than the flowers the scent of the flower vendor

Alvin B. Cruz

By Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

sweltering Lagos traffic —

juice in a bottle

cold pressed cane

bumper to bumper

sugarcane ants

Christina Chin / Uchechukwu Onyedikam

By Adrian Bouter

empty sky some things never come

Adrian Bouter

By Madeleine Vinluan

not much can change the world now except for the clouds

Madeleine Vinluan

By Simon De Courcey

The etiquette

of crows –

anything goes

Simon De Courcey