By Stephen Jarrell Williams

 

Untitled, by Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Belinda Behne

sun kisses earth goodnight

an explosion of crimson

drenches the sky

children buried in rubble

cry for food and for peace

Belinda Behne

far away

almost beyond memory

my father's voice

Belinda Behne

out of the ashes

wild violets

bloom

Belinda Behne

losing the path

deep in the forest

I find myself

deep in the forest

losing myself

I find the path

losing the path

I find myself

deep in the forest

Belinda Behne

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

two

exchanging glances over laptops

Starbucks

Joseph P. Wechselberger

snowmelt

the slow drip and pooling

of fluid from the old car

Joseph P. Wechselberger

as if

he never existed

the baby’s unmarked grave

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

daydreaming

are there cherry trees

in heaven?

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

old photos

what's left of this meadow

this blade of grass

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Sébastien Revon

argument aftermath

under winter rain

the dog and I

Sébastien Revon

By Anwitha Sudeep

garden

the smallest lily

loses a petal


Anwitha Sudeep

behind the clouds

a shriveled fish in the

eagle's beak

Anwitha Sudeep

By Nancy Brady

penguin love

he presents her

with a shiny pebble

Nancy Brady

wildflower walk

along the trail they see

a walking stick

Nancy Brady

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

brown bunny

the alliteration

in its hop hop hop

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

soft kiss

a morning brush

of sunlight

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

narcissus...

how you force me

to look at you

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Simon De Courcey

peat bog days

the dead creep into

conversation

Simon De Courcey

By Fhen M.

Hundred billion stars in the galaxy

peering only at the Polaris.

Fhen M.

Eyeballs catching the Kingfisher

flying from tree to tree.

Fhen M.

Stayed to see the sun disappear

to watch my love: Lupus constellation.

Fhen M.

By Srini

punctuating my sleeplessness dripping tap

Srini

By Yasir Farooq

keyhole cobweb—

i enter

the ancient cave

Yasir Farooq

rain shower

the wet fledglings

on the swaying tree

Yasir Farooq

By Kelly Sargent

reaped harvest —

my teenager says hello

to the homeless woman

Kelly Sargent

the childhood I wish I had dandelion puff

Kelly Sargent

wild fig tree

bent seaward —

how I long

once more

to long

Kelly Sargent

By Rita Melissano

this solitude…

a cloud cloaking my days

with ease

the silence no word

wants to escape

Rita Melissano

sitting

on a slice of moon

she smiles

without feeling the sharp

edge of the dark side


Rita Melissano

writing

on the mind’s walls

all is lost

the red ink of a heart lasts

forever like a swan feather

Rita Melissano

endless sky...

where

the sun goes to sleep

Rita Melissano

By Susan Burch

city co-op garden –

not even my own

empire of dirt

Susan Burch

horrible day –

my haiku

grow fangs

Susan Burch

By Katherine E Winnick

wolf moon

a solitary daffodil

waves in the wind

Katherine E Winnick

By Kristen Lindquist

first vulture . . .

imagining the past lives

of this old pine

Kristen Lindquist

sun halo

the overlapping orbits

of vultures in flight

Kristen Lindquist

lazy creek . . .

the morning air hazy

with willow fluff

Kristen Lindquist

 

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