By Amber Winter

sugar scrub polishing off my old self

Amber Winter

By Carmela Marino

my destiny

a seagull driven

by wind


Carmela Marino

By Brad Bennett

one dead tree leaning

on another dead tree leaning

on a live one

Brad Bennett

By Helen Ogden

the shadow I cast

upon the blank page

morning light

Helen Ogden

David Ngo

stone carvings—

yesterdays relived

David Ngo

By Mircea Moldovan

somewhere death wears Santa's hat

Mircea Moldovan

By Nicole Pottier

drums ...

the thrill

of Earth

Nicole Pottier

Ravi Kiran

thunderclap

on a moonless night

your confession

Ravi Kiran

By Lynn Edge

car wash

after a road trip

bugs from two states


Lynn Edge

Bryan Rickert

leaf fall losing count of our kisses

Bryan Rickert

By Barrie Levine

cul-de-sac an argument we can’t turn around
 

Barrie Levine

By Vandana Parashar

the force field around me night jasmine

Vandana Parashar

Mike Fainzilber

a pool

of candlelight

warming the tea


Mike Fainzilber

By Hayley Gibbons

new year steps closer

cloaked in filigree linings

one last look behind

Hayley Gibbons

By Dmitry Peredonov

sunset ...

on the child’s grave

a broken doll

Dmitry Peredonov

Katherine E Winnick

the moth

eaten kimono

in the cupboard

Katherine E Winnick

*

 

monsoon

the moonflower

awakens


Katherine E Winnick

By Bipasha Majumder (De)

sulky afternoon

she weaves thoughts of

soldier son

Bipasha Majumder (De)

By Kelly Sargent

her bedroom as she left it

the jewelry box ballerina

stops twirling

Kelly Sargent

Mona Bedi

taking life as it comes hospice moon

Mona Bedi

Adrian Bouter

stick nor stone the mist-drenched dogs

Adrian Bouter

By Ellen Kom

winter storm

the end

tougher than expected


Ellen Kom

By Elliot Diamond

tree pose

of a yoga morning

autumn leaves

Elliot Diamond

By Debbie Strange

 

 

nurdles all that's left of the ocean

Debbie Strange

 

 

 

this pain i can't seem to get a handle on

Debbie Strange

By Steve Bahr

new year bubbles burst of resolutions

Steve Bahr

*

descended dust

the shelf life

of a keepsake

Steve Bahr

Wanda Amos

lonesome moon

that warming unconsciousness

of cognac

Wanda Amos

*

why—

do you follow me

day moon

Wanda Amos