By Peter Jastermsky

up in arms who let the shirt off the hook


Peter Jastermsky

By Sherry Grant

recipe collection

all the ingredients

I don’t have

Sherry Grant

By Giuliana Ravaglia

sailboat...

my life in the rush of the winds

Giuliana Ravaglia

By Veronika Zora Novak

the sound

of skeleton keys . . .

Pandora's box

Veronika Zora Novak

By Richard Bailly

seagulls at sunrise

late summer

breakfast ballet

Richard Bailly

By KEV Trocmet

bathing sparrows

sprinkle the air

with diamonds

KEV Trocmet

By Terrie Jacks

ocean’s sounds

my ears tune into

barking seals


Terrie Jacks

By Réka Nyitrai

a winter of dark apples

the time I gave birth to

a woodpecker

Réka Nyitrai

Paweł Markiewicz

marvel of beehive

queen bee meets dear apiarist

in loneliness
 

Paweł Markiewicz

By Giuliana Ravaglia

solitude -

a trickle of makeup left to run

Giuliana Ravaglia

By Lori A Minor

Dialects class

my Irish lilt better

when I’m high

Lori A Minor

By Peter Jastermsky

crossing her legs not a rustle in the field


Peter Jastermsky

By Pat Geyer

walk in the woods...

head to toe

in camo

i flirt with

a sycamore tree

Pat Geyer

By J.R. Gaskin

exposed roots

we talk about

my first girlfriend


J.R. Gaskin

By Benedetta Cardone

Refugees

Another moon

overhead

Benedetta Cardone

Agnes Eva Savich

black swallowtail

lost in the quivering

of my camera zoom

Agnes Eva Savich

By Louise Hopewell

merry-go-round

all the horses

still in lockdown


Louise Hopewell

By Nudurupati Nagasri

Crescendo of rain

at distant...

Diminuendos on ukulele

Nudurupati Nagasri

Patricia Hawkhead

shifting shadows

waiting for dusk

to tilt the scales

Patricia Hawkhead

By Gabriela Zaneva

after the storm --

a rainbow in the wings

of the dragonfly

Gabriela Zaneva

John Hawkhead

rolling thunder

the first drop of rain

never falls here


John Hawkhead

By Maria Teresa Sisti

blue moon --

my shadow becomes

insignificant


Maria Teresa Sisti

By Nicole Tilde

summer morning

the echo

of one chime

Nicole Tilde

By Carmela Marino

thin clouds

a transparent veil

on his long rest

Carmela Marino

By Sushama Kapur

august moon ...

cradling the memory

of her first cry

Sushama Kapur