By Kristen Lindquist

morning fog

the loud clear song

of the fox sparrow

Kristen Lindquist

By Keith Evetts

what it takes city bird

Keith Evetts

By John J. Dunphy

southbound

the haiku I scrawled

on a boxcar

John J. Dunphy

By Barrie Levine

luggage stickers

where we went

when we were going

Barrie Levine

By Ray Spitzenberger

rock

paper

scissors

joy

happiness

pleasure

joy beats pleasure

Ray Spitzenberger

By Keith Evetts

midnight only half there

Keith Evetts

By Barrie Levine

frantic u-turn across the living room and back what just happened

Barrie Levine

Joseph P. Wechselberger

morning sun

the fold in your pillow

casts a shadow

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Devoshruti Mandal

i in the moonlight sequestered self

Devoshruti Mandal

By Mircea Moldovan

flowerless magnolias postcard from Kyiv

Mircea Moldovan

By Nisha Raviprasad

grief

her presence

even in this stillness


Nisha Raviprasad

By Joe Sebastian

spring twilight…

a gull stalls on 

a wall of wind


Joe Sebastian

By Deborah A. Bennett

cuckoo in spring –  

the universe makes a sound

from a willow tree

Deborah A. Bennett

By Priti Khullar

pilgrimage

I climb the mountains 

within

Priti Khullar

By Pat Davis

war-torn field

a sheep dog wanders

back and forth

Pat Davis

Maya Daneva

war-wounded 

the girl puts a bandage 

on her doll’s head

Maya Daneva

Alvin B. Cruz

quiet dinner

the crystal clear sound

of the salt shaker

Alvin B. Cruz

By Nani Mariani

Academy Awards

a slap

shocked the world


Nani Mariani

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

spring restoration –

green covers

cracks in the statue

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Maria Teresa Sisti

full moon of worms –

the echo of a farewell

forgotten

Maria Teresa Sisti

By Zoran Doderović

snowflakes

on outstretched palms –

my childhood

Zoran Doderović

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

crossing cultures

an acceptance that people

are people

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Tim Muphy

open book 

the child speaks 

its first words

Tim Muphy

Katherine E Winnick

poet

cast your line

says the fisherman

Katherine E Winnick

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

alone at home

a touch of lipstick

to feel alive

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo