By Daniel Birnbaum

haze on the mountain

yet

nothing is made easier

Daniel Birnbaum

By Paula Sears

knee-deep

in clouds

great blue heron

Paula Sears

By Sébastien Revon

rhubarb crumble

the reason of our argument

forgotten

Sébastien Revon

By Daipayan Nair

loadshedding—

fireflies buzz around

the power box

 

Daipayan Nair

Nicoletta Ignatti

deserted classroom—

a butterfly flies undisturbed

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Barrie Levine

travel photos

no one there knows

who we are

Barrie Levine

By David Kāwika Eyre

spring dusk

still hearing

the quiet of

the old folk

David Kāwika Eyre

By petro c. k.

an army of leaf blowers

moves in on a peaceful morning

petro c. k.

Tuyet Van Do

on the footpath

shelters for the homeless

cardboard boxes

Tuyet Van Do

By David He

the nurse

lifts her mask

for some fresh air…

a sickle moon creeps

into the tent crack

 

David He

By Jim Niffen

kyiv

your smoke

fills the moon

Jim Niffen

By Kamil Plich

on the bus

the hair on our legs

touch

Kamil Plich

By David He

moonrise...

I remember

the Buddha




David He

By Erica Dionora

A foaming tide

washes over the wet sand

filling in foot craters

Erica Dionora

By John J. Dunphy

dad's hummingbird feeder

now outside

his hospice window

John J. Dunphy

Chen-ou Liu

distant sirens ...

blood stained carved hearts

in a school desk

Chen-ou Liu

By Satyanarayana Chittaluri

nothing

to think

sunset

Satyanarayana Chittaluri

By Douglas J. Lanzo

sea-blown winds

hints of bagpipe

through pleated rock

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Choupie Moysan

mother's day

she smiles

from the frame

Choupie Moysan

By Nika

waning moon

we discuss the need

to budget

 

Nika

By Algo

White butterflies sing

Temporary arias

To their broken wings.

Algo

By Joshua St. Claire

empires

the fanfare and fade

of fireflies

Joshua St. Claire

By Deborah A. Bennett

always

somewhere a war –

first lemons

Deborah A. Bennett

John Pappas

waving wild switchgrass how little we know

John Pappas

Ruth Holzer

our footsteps

clattering on the stone bridge

together

in unwelcome dawn

we go our separate ways

Ruth Holzer