By David He

day moon...

the last words

he says to his wife

David He

Alvin B. Cruz

counting the stars another lottery ticket

Alvin B. Cruz

Katherine E Winnick

handmade doll

a different culture

every birthday

Katherine E Winnick

By Anthony Ward

Butterfly wings

Of stained glass

Recycling light

Anthony Ward

By Benedetta Cardone

tumbling air –

a butterfly

no longer in sight

Benedetta Cardone

By Janet Ruth

birthday gift

my sixty-fifth chance

to get it right

Janet Ruth

By Nani Mariani

for some reason

full moon memories

beautiful to remember

like mom's message

to keep smiling

Nani Mariani

By Kath Abela Wilson

my mother

that flash of forever

in her eyes

Kath Abela Wilson

By Marilyn Ashbaugh

lost

I return home

to grandmother's iris

Marilyn Ashbaugh

Maya Daneva

evening rain

my son wants me to stop

the lullaby

Maya Daneva

By Veronika Zora Novak

your fragrance

eclipses the moon . . .

night jasmine

Veronika Zora Novak

By Mirela Brăilean

scream

of a newborn baby

over noise of bombs



Mirela Brăilean

By Antonio Mangiameli

first kiss —

the fresh taste

of chewing-gum



Antonio Mangiameli

By David He

moonlight—

a stray dog

follows my bike

David He

John Hawkhead

obituary column

my old teacher’s name

in the register

John Hawkhead

By Kamrun Nahar

for every experiment

we choose…

a monkey

Kamrun Nahar

By Ram Chandran

receding waves

wipe out all the footprints...

his dementia

Ram Chandran

Alvin B. Cruz

anger management my father's broken pencils

 

Alvin B. Cruz

By David He

hazy moon...

Dad's tobacco smoke

mists my face

David He

Alvin B. Cruz

softly falling rain

we look out

the same window

in opposite

directions

Alvin B. Cruz

By Nani Mariani

full moon

the deepest silence of the night

in your grave

Nani Mariani

By Shane Huey

waxing gibbous moon

dangling on the edge of space

the fullness of life

Shane Huey

Lafcadio

clothes

flung on the floor—

summer heat

Lafcadio

By Yash Seyedbagheri

Truck sputters exhaust

front seat replete with crushed Coors

lilac scent long gone

Yash Seyedbagheri

By John Grey

solitary pawn

alone on a chessboard

where are all the others?

John Grey