By Melanie Alberts

bopping branch to branch music festival

Melanie Alberts

By Stewart C Baker

glasses for the first time I notice a grey hair

Stewart C Baker

By Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

summer moon

frogs in the pond

speed dating

Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

By Douglas J. Lanzo

raising his sights

young boy unspools

his kite string

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

Hazy moon

The flow of interior

monologue



Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

By Ram Chandran

all those wishes...

in the hands of

fountain cleaners

Ram Chandran

By Pippa Phillips

a crack

on the other side

of the mirror

Pippa Phillips

By Vandana Parashar

empty park

my dog and I settle

in married silence

Vandana Parashar

Tony Williams

spring scent

if I were a horse

I would gallop

Tony Williams

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

a drip on the roof

yesterday's sunshine sounds

far away



Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Marilyn Ashbaugh

end of shift

the parking lot gulls

head home

Marilyn Ashbaugh

By Christina Chin

shifting monsoon... 

a cloud of feral parakeets

returns

Christina Chin

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

how the bluebells bloom within me

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Vandana Parashar

cuckoo’s egg in search of my biological parents

Vandana Parashar

By Susan K Beard

eating a ripe pear

its life

becomes my life

Susan K Beard

By Paula Sears

one-word

haiku

wordle



Paula Sears

By Pippa Phillips

potter's wheel--

the clay between

its shapings

Pippa Phillips

C.X. Turner

night rain

wrapped in the warmth

of my dream

C.X. Turner

By Samo Kreutz

april drizzle

even her scars

caressed

Samo Kreutz

By Helen Ogden

darkening skies

the distant rumble

of Russian tanks

Helen Ogden

By Richard Bailly

sky apostrophe

cloud punctuation

cirrus grammar

Richard Bailly

Joanna Ashwell

wrapped indoors

the scent of rain

in your words

Joanna Ashwell

By Florin C. Ciobica

pouring rain –

the sound of a drum

lost in the park


Florin C. Ciobica

Chen-ou Liu

a raven

silhouetted against the moon

I slip

into the black hole

of your nightmare

Chen-ou Liu

By Pris Campbell

folded notes

and bobby socks

epitaphs

glimpsed in moon shadows

at the old stone graveyard

Pris Campbell