nude dune grasses cling to the breeze
—Adrian Bouter
his words—
raindrops tapping
on my windowpane
—Fatma Zohra Habis
dry river
I still hear
childhood echoes
—Fatma Zohra Habis
the nun fixed upon
an ink drop on my shirt
a slap in the face
to make me
closer to god
—Nicholas Gentile
a year after—
my mother's closet
just her scent
—Nicholas Gentile
laden car
the empty room
in the care home
—Sam Cassidy
sun-soaked garden
the abundance
of marrow
—Sam Cassidy
blossom on blossom
I wish I could
let go of the past
—Chen-ou Liu
a flock of geese
flapping twilight silence
tenth year in exile
—Chen-ou Liu
still noon sky—
rhythmic tap tap
a walking stick
—Federico C. Peralta
in my silent room
devoid of your warm presence
I remember you...
long-stemmed rose in the vase
sharing my deep solitude
—Federico C. Peralta
all your flaws
should I instead
count sheep
—Ravi Kiran
miles apart
touch your cheek
for me
—Ravi Kiran
the swallows are back
as they flit through the sky
I think of my father-in-law
his ashen face
his rattling breaths
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
catnip scent
one more speck
on the cat’s nose
—Dagmara Wieczorkowska
pale Mercury
on a dawning sky –
a robin's chirp
—Dagmara Wieczorkowska
Castor and Pollux
between two fingers
light years
—Dagmara Wieczorkowska
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