typing since dawn
i snuggle into the warmth
of a kiss
on my shoulder...
sunbeam
—Mohua Maulik
typing since dawn
i snuggle into the warmth
of a kiss
on my shoulder...
sunbeam
—Mohua Maulik
slanted moonlight
on nail holes in the wall ...
box after box
of my immigrant life
wrapped in shadows
—Chen-ou Liu
still here
in the fading light
your roses
—Cendrine Marrouat
when the child was a child (°)
remembering the day
I fell in love
—Oscar Luparia
(°) from the poem “Song of Childhood” by Peter Handke
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
last walk together
the crackling of leaves
every step
—Alvin B. Cruz
sleepless night
twisting and turning
my Rubik's cube
—Alvin B. Cruz
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