Neena Singh

skipping stones

my childhood laughter

ripples back

—Neena Singh

Anna Goluba

ravens on a wire

so once again

we've managed to

survive

another night

—Anna Goluba

Katie Montagna

fault line

the cracks

in our love

—Katie Montagna

Nancy Brady

dangling from

our cat's mouth

a mouse tail

—Nancy Brady

C.X. Turner

crowded fair

she finds a corner

to breathe

—C.X. Turner

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

war . . .

a barbed fence divides

the fog

—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

surrogate mother

one more mosquito

keeps buzzing

—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

war news

a cat on the wall

lifts its paw

—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

Alper Ghuchlu

movie night

the smell

of burnt popcorn

—Alper Ghuchlu

Jerome Berglund

before the rain

watching the lightning

a leaf drifts

—Jerome Berglund

Rita R Melissano

stars still

on naked branches

snowflakes

—Rita R Melissano

next to me

holding your coffee cup...

empty chair

—Rita R Melissano

Richard L. Matta

pampas in bloom

choosing the longest

way home

—Richard L. Matta

craggy trail

taking one more detour

around the truth

—Richard L. Matta

worm moon

we part agreeing

we never met

—Richard L. Matta

Kelly Sargent

folding his socks

my way —

seasonal shift

—Kelly Sargent

shaking the umbrella

after the rain

starless solstice

—Kelly Sargent

j rap

abandoned mall

a slow conquest

of weeds

—j rap

Melissa Dennison

 sales shoppers

woodpigeons

flock for lunch

—Melissa Dennison

Jenny Shepherd

beachcombing

a salty memory

in my pocket

—Jenny Shepherd

Louise Hopewell

lost in the bush

the call-response

of wattlebirds

—Louise Hopewell

granite peak

the jagged edge

of kookaburra song

—Louise Hopewell

Matthew Defibaugh

silent treatment

the only option

for my disease

—Matthew Defibaugh

Andrew Markowski

blind date

she pretends not

to see me

—Andrew Markowski

piled-up dishes

she shoots her husband

a dirty look

—Andrew Markowski

Richard Bailly

everyone leaves

with pieces of her life

empty-handed

—Richard Bailly

King Edward Eway

full moon

the joyful circle

of friends

—King Edward Eway

Albert Schlaht

biting flies . . .

stumbling down the trail

on numb legs

—Albert Schlaht