Amir Kapetanović

as I roll out the dough

my hands tremble

just like mother’s

—Amir Kapetanovic

Hifsa Ashraf

raging heat

his words

against mine

—Hifsa Ashraf

moonlit trail

dad recalls

his first love

—Hifsa Ashraf

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

looking at

a quartered apple

my other half gone

—Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

Pitt Büerken

parental leave

the young father is amazed

at all the work

—Pitt Büerken

Mark Forrester

evening rain

my father’s bookmarks

laid to rest

—Mark Forrester

hazy half-moon

geese flying north

geese flying south

—Mark Forrester

river ice

drifting downstream

the junco’s song

—Mark Forrester

smell of moss

close to the river

a heron’s cry

—Mark Forrester

Oliver Kleyer

every year

the walk over the graveyard

takes longer

—Oliver Kleyer

Louise Hopewell

tittering wrens

the skeleton of a ghost gum

catches clouds

—Louise Hopewell

Stephanie Zepherelli

spring magic

granddad’s potatoes sprout

butterflies

—Stephanie Zepherelli

Douglas J. Lanzo

moonlit hoarfrost…

grandad strokes 

his beard

—Douglas J. Lanzo

John H. Dromey

sleeping in

on frosty mornings

quilty pleasures

—John H. Dromey

Thomas Landgraf

the car

lathered in rainbow soap...

my granddaughter's giggles

—Thomas Landgraf

Susan Burch (from 2024)

doom scrolling what now

—Susan Burch

Françoise Maurice

morning light

Spring settles

on the forsythia

—Françoise Maurice

John Pappas

protest march

singing and dancing

in the reign

—John Pappas

boulevard blues

the breathy vocals

of a neon glow

—John Pappas

winter grape

a lullaby sung

to herself

—John Pappas

wintersweet

this wish to

bloom again

—John Pappas

Aleksandra Rybczyńska

summer breeze

a field full of poppies –

walking with Monet

—Aleksandra Rybczyńska

John J. Dunphy

his last road trip

my friend arrives

at the cemetery

—John J. Dunphy

outdoor nativity scene

one of the Wise Men

facing the wrong way

—John J. Dunphy

Mohua Maulik

first storm...

searching for the shirt

he is wearing

—Mohua Maulik

hostel gate—

a gust of wind scatters

the empty nest

—Mohua Maulik

north wind

the banyan tree grows

its own prosthesis

—Mohua Maulik

at the forsaken house

i step on a lizard

the tail

still squirming amidst the ruins

of our chapter

—Mohua Maulik

Janet Krauss

Birds' nests

drown

in swamps

no one sees

climate change

—Janet Krauss

Alaka Yeravadekar

urban garden

the robin sings

a metallic tune

—Alaka Yeravadekar

Devoshruti Mandal

as usual she plates a cake for the late son dark evening

—Devoshruti Mandal