By Douglas J. Lanzo

rainbow

shoots from Neptune’s trident

after sea-blown storm
 

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Pippa Phillips

echo

she calls

to herself

Pippa Phillips

By Mirela Brăilean

pandemic funeral -

behind the widow

convoy of leaves
 

Mirela Brăilean

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

freedom

to walk away

stray cat

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Barrie Levine

indifferent

to the names we give her

cold moon

Barrie Levine

By Surashree Joshi

half moon. . .

my memories of you 

incomplete

Surashree Joshi

By Douglas J. Lanzo

peering

ages into the past

stargazing

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Radhamani Sarma

my haiku

counting more revisions

than syllables

Radhamani Sarma

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

words

upon the paper

but a robin sings

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Sushama Kapur

rows of paddy -

mingling with green

the blue of sky

Sushama Kapur

By Barrie Levine

combing mom’s hair . . .

a lake ripples

with silver

Barrie Levine

By Baisali Chatterjee Dutt

temple bells

calling for dawn

beyond the hills

Baisali Chatterjee Dutt

By Samo Kreutz

narrow street

rubbing up against me

the bell's echo

Samo Kreutz

Mona Bedi

lucid interval

I die and come back

all so soon

Mona Bedi

Joanna Ashwell

I send out

my apologies

to the world

let me know when

it is safe to re-emerge

Joanna Ashwell

By Keith Evetts

crumbs

birds have to eat

somewhere

Keith Evetts

By Mirela Brăilean

summer heat -

the snappy ticking

of my Dali clock

Mirela Brăilean

Arvinder Kaur

phone screens: the loneliness of a crowd

Arvinder Kaur

By Minal Sarosh

oranges in each day seeds of haiku

Minal Sarosh

By Pippa Phillips

the octopus dreams

of the fisherman's wife

her second skin

slipping off

so easily

Pippa Phillips

By Surashree Joshi

withered field

my feelings for you

six feet under

Surashree Joshi

Arvinder Kaur

the wait

for his homecoming…

coffee rings

Arvinder Kaur

By Bakhtiyar Amini

housewarming

the moon drops in

armed with nothing

Bakhtiyar Amini

B.A. France

scare tactics …

another evening watching

tv with mom

B.A. France

By John J. Dunphy

my new table

made from reclaimed wood

the ring

from my coffee cup encircles

a bullet hole

John J. Dunphy