By Mirela Brăilean

night camp

thirsty horses

sip the moon

Mirela Brăilean

Jay Friedenberg

plantation ruins

a bougainvillea blossoms

over the slaves' quarters


Jay Friedenberg

By Mircea Moldovan

morning news nagging toothache

Mircea Moldovan

By Ron Scully

yellow warblers

perched in the cheap seats

heckle raining treys

Ron Scully

By Eavonka Ettinger

flying solo

the crow awaits

his murder

Eavonka Ettinger

By Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

jalapeño sun

catching my smile

with your lips

Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

By Deborah Burke Henderson

river trail—

mayflies hover

in the sun patch

Deborah Burke Henderson

By Tim Murphy

spring evening

pensioners dance Sevillanas

on the park bandstand

Tim Murphy

By B.A. France

dried petals 

of the chrysanthemum

still remembering

B.A. France

Stephen Jarrell Williams

flower in the wind

losing petals but open

to the sun

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Gregory Lanzo

submerged heads

searching seafloor

snorkeling for crabs

Gregory Lanzo

By Lucia Cardillo

beach at sunset ...

my shadow stretches

among seashells

Lucia Cardillo

By Nika

dandelion wine

older than I remember

former loves

Nika

By Muskaan Ahuja

soaring seagull—

the shape 

of her eyebrows 

Muskaan Ahuja

By Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

pebble eyes copper scales—

we never went fishing

but I wanted to

Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

Bernadette O'Reilly

welcome home

a spider waits 

beside the door

Bernadette O'Reilly

By Nudurupati Nagasri

multiverse

traveling through black holes

karma's boomerang

Nudurupati Nagasri

By Adele Evershed

hospital visit—

I travel the dark river

of her wrist

Adele Evershed

By Juliet Wilson

dark matter–

the weight

of family secrets

Juliet Wilson

Maya Daneva

unexpected door ring

I hide the spider

under the welcome mat

Maya Daneva

By Tina Mowrey

snowfall

guessing

the season

Tina Mowrey

By Alex Lanzo

swirling colors

around our bait

rainbow trout

Alex Lanzo

Tuyet Van Do

midnight

crickets serenade

a restless soul


Tuyet Van Do

John Pappas

so still at the end of the dock a white heron

John Pappas

By Sushama Kapur

could I steal it forever this petrichor

Sushama Kapur