By Strider Marcus Jones

honeysuckle grows

around the arch of midnight

into the wormhole

Strider Marcus Jones

By Amy Van Duzer

I witness you falling in

love with everything.

With everything and yourself.

Amy Van Duzer

By Neena Singh

sunflowers

their heaviness bends

the noon sun

Neena Singh

Maya Daneva

sunrise

the laughter

of the rose-pickers

 

Maya Daneva

By Bill D. Johnston

my reflection

in the mirror of

memory

Bill D. Johnston

By Vasile Moldovan

while we wait

for the covid vaccine

the moon rises

Vasile Moldovan

By Ana Drobot

wisteria –

the days I fancied myself

an apprentice geisha


Ana Drobot

By Caroline Krakora

baking bread

listen how

everything rests

Caroline Krakora

By Jharna Sanyal

footprints

the ants didn't leave any

Jharna Sanyal

By B.A. France

moonlight —

enough to see the shadows

of the past

B.A. France

By Minal Sarosh

bee hive

grandma’s humming

fills the kitchen

Minal Sarosh

By Angiola Inglese

watercolor

a butterfly stained

with pollen

Angiola Inglese

By Mirela Brăilean

listen to

the wolves' howling

I'm no longer alone

Mirela Brăilean

By Pat Davis

the blank stare

of a rhino's eyes

in mine

Pat Davis

By John J. Dunphy

Mardi Gras

street musician blows his sax

through a mask 

 

John J. Dunphy

By Jay D Filan

The sea

is the answer

to the sky’s question

Can you try

to stay with me

a little longer

as the waves break

beneath

my feet

Jay D Filan

By Kamrun Nahar

beat of music...

works as an ointment

to heal

 

Kamrun Nahar

By Pat Geyer

camellia

atop the table...

high tea

Pat Geyer

By Vladislav Hristov

first raindrop

the hibiscus flower

falls


Vladislav Hristov

By Minko Tanev

frost on the grasses

above the crystal drops

a glass moon

Minko Tanev

By Pat Geyer

circle of life

in a desert of change...

movable feast

Pat Geyer

By Ana Drobot

first dose —

I become immune

to their comments

Ana Drobot

By Stoianka Boianova

full moon night

a spotted leopard

jumps over the fence

Stoianka Boianova

By Vladislav Hristov

war

children and blackbirds

fight for the cherry tree


Vladislav Hristov

By Gopal Lahiri

speckled spiders

sleeping

on my shoes

Gopal Lahiri