Joseph Howse

the snow moon in the fox's eye ... chiaroscuro

—Joseph Howse

Mona Iordan

spring meadow 

the plein air painter 

ran out of colors

—Mona Iordan

pajiște de primăvară

pictorul în aer liber  

a rămas fără culori

—Mona Iordan

Govind Joshi

full moon

we walk

with the river song

—Govind Joshi

Alvin B. Cruz

last walk together

the crackling of leaves

every step

—Alvin B. Cruz

sleepless night

twisting and turning

my Rubik's cube

—Alvin B. Cruz

Arvinder Kaur

house sale

a stranger walks over

our memories 

—Arvinder Kaur

Bryan Rickert

second life

chip for the trail

the storm-felled oak

—Bryan Rickert

the toddler wants

to hug them too

first daffodils

—Bryan Rickert

Kelly Sargent

 equinox moonlight living in my twin’s shadow

—Kelly Sargent

bread and butter sandwiches

the bedtime hugs

I take for granted

—Kelly Sargent

Vandana Parashar

rain-drenched motel

my hand-washed lingerie

on the towel rack

—Vandana Parashar

Eugeniusz Zacharski

dawn—

the fowler unveils

his birdcage

—Eugeniusz Zacharski

Jo Balistreri

dandelions

mother’s jam jar

of wild sprouts

—Jo Balistreri

Amir Kapetanović

great grandpa’s loft

on a dusty old bond

a fingerprint

—Amir Kapetanović

Anna Eklund-Cheong

neglected garden . . .

dry hydrangea heads

bent in heavy snow

—Anna Eklund-Cheong

homemade jams . . .

grandma always has enough

wooden spoons

—Anna Eklund-Cheong

stopping

in mid-stride . . .

camellias

—Anna Eklund-Cheong

Maya Daneva

hammock moon

the squeaking of my son’s swing

brings him to the stars

—Maya Daneva

Adrian Bouter

weathered statue -

around the late dictator

well-kept flowerbeds

—Adrian Bouter

Mark Gilbert

cherry sunset

my tongue bathes

in saccharin

—Mark Gilbert

Sharon Ferrante

 falling write through it all

—Sharon Ferrante

I got nothin

no train to ride

no sax in tune

no strange city

under a violet moon

—Sharon Ferrante

Haiga, by Mark Meyer

 

—Mark Meyer

John Hawkhead

sunflower fields

a background buzz

of bullets

—John Hawkhead

Jay Friedenberg

family plot

our ancestors'

tangled roots

—Jay Friedenberg

Mile Lisica

blood transfusion –

between two drops

sunset

—Mile Lisica

new flowers

above his grave

catch the sun

—Mile Lisica