Kavita Ratna

shallow

of a pink shell

seasons within

Kavita Ratna

river view

a salmon floats

on a cloud of oil

Kavita Ratna

By Robert Beveridge

magic 8-ball

I ask it how it’s

feeling today


Robert Beveridge

sometimes no difference between monostich and cookie fortune

Robert Beveridge

By Marguerite Doyle

Leaving the thrift shop

on the dirty, shuttered street,

an old lady holds

two embroidered cushions stuffed

with a thousand dollar notes.

Marguerite Doyle

Tony Williams

before we talk

I could be

anyone


Tony Williams

 

because of you

I am a cell

that kept dividing

Tony Williams

By Bipasha Majumder (De)

earthworms . . .

gender conflicts cease

to exist

Bipasha Majumder (De)

Steve Van Allen

hummingbirds packing for Mexico

Steve Van Allen

By Darrell Petska

dead possum          walking


Darrell Petska

Grandma’s meander

down memory lane

lined with gravestones

Darrell Petska

Bryan Rickert

howler monkey your bold faced lies

Bryan Rickert

long marriage

the silent treatment

of snow

Bryan Rickert

By Kelly Sargent

saltwater showers the wounds in you in me

Kelly Sargent

 

By Karen O’Leary

new widow a raven shares her song

Karen O’Leary

birdsong

never

a wrong note

Karen O’Leary

By Yasir Farooq

summer night

for every raindrop

praises to God

Yasir Farooq

Manasa Reddy Chichili

mind exercise

learning new things

for extension of old life

Manasa Reddy Chichili

monsoon flood

a bird's cage floating

far from the sky

Manasa Reddy Chichili

Louise Hopewell

dog park

all the owners

off leash
 

Louise Hopewell

 

 

murky pond

a child scatters crumbs

by the no feeding ducks sign


Louise Hopewell

river beach

overlapping footprints

of birdsong


Louise Hopewell

By Rupa Anand

that blush

slinking over skyscrapers

sunrise

Rupa Anand

Sharon Ferrante

sunken ship…

the ghostly rhythm

of her violin

Sharon Ferrante

By Mircea Moldovan

tears of saints, the thundering voice of a priest


Mircea Moldovan

By Chris Collins

scratching like crazy

FedEx arrives

with itch cream

Chris Collins

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