Sharon Martina

a barn owl calling the darkness home

—Sharon Martina

February thaw

who knew bare

could be so beautiful

—Sharon Martina

Monica Kakkar

solitary tea . . .

Sun enters Aquarius

on Valentine's Day

—Monica Kakkar

Keith Evetts

market stall

each vegetable holds down

its price

—Keith Evetts

Tomislav Maretić

skating

with its shadow—

water glider

—Tomislav Maretić

Mike Gallagher

roaming freely

in the lane’s red clover

bees and butterflies

—Mike Gallagher

Katie Montagna

spread tail feathers

my date's

still talking

—Katie Montagna

not whistling

but shouting

the wind

down the chimney

—Katie Montagna

finches

in the fruit trees

the cat's ek ek ek

—Katie Montagna

Bryan Rickert

windowsill snow

a chickadee’s

little prints

—Bryan Rickert

icy street

the small geyser

of manhole steam

—Bryan Rickert

before I can see

   what it is

      the ocean

         takes it back

—Bryan Rickert

Deborah Karl-Brandt

the truth

of a soul revealed

a skirt and braids

for the shy boy

from next door

—Deborah Karl-Brandt

almond-shaped eyes

where are you from

always the first question

—Deborah Karl-Brandt

Scott Wiggerman

snow-tipped mountains

you are never coming

home

—Scott Wiggerman

you begin

to think it spotless

empty sky

—Scott Wiggerman

Manasa Reddy Chichili

maple leaf

the street boy picks

a bigger one

—Manasa Reddy Chichili 

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

rooftop garden

we learn to grow

together

—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

harvest season

the tambura singer carries

a bag of rice

—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

j rap

fingernail moon

a tomcat prowls

the apartment grounds

—j rap

park bench slats

newspaper

for a blanket

—j rap

breakup

another love song

tinged

—j rap

Devoshruti Mandal

morning raga —

the cooker whistles

with the sitar

—Devoshruti Mandal

Linda L Ludwig

florida so cold

this year — even

my shadow shivers

—Linda L Ludwig

Tejendra Sherchan

nightmare

snake strangles my daughter

my tightened hands

—Tejendra Sherchan

Neena Singh

window view—

the morning moon climbs

the honeysuckle

—Neena Singh

red trumpet lilies...

the neighbor’s garden

mirrors ours

—Neena Singh

granny’s hand—

the tree trunk too

life-lined

—Neena Singh

Mile Lisica

deep forest-

yellow leaves teach me

indifference

—Mile Lisica

Dimpimoni Goswami

Grandma's tales

among this evening's listeners

a stray mongrel 

—Dimpimoni Goswami 

Bernadette O'Reilly

station clock

tracking its way down the years

her smile

—Bernadette O'Reilly

Transition, a haibun by David Ngo

Ever since Mum made me a kite and I gazed up at the sky, I believed I could fly like Ultraman and E.T, and I wondered what adventures we could have. I once believed the ultimate goal was to break free from the line and follow the wind into the vast. Now I cherish holding on to the final moment. 

high above 

drifting silent 

a bird

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Anthony Ward

Michaelmas daisies

a chorus of bees

sings out the silence

—Anthony Ward

Steve Van Allen

handicap parking

how odd

I feel young and healthy

—Steve Van Allen

Marla Sterling

lustrous ice

waiting to swim

the dancing ducks

—Marla Sterling

Alvin B. Cruz

reading his epitaph

I have fought

the good fight

a leaf drifting

down the stream

—Alvin B. Cruz

dawn fishing

he catches

a glimpse of stars

—Alvin B. Cruz

Alexis Rotella

snowfall

the cat's meows

soften

—Alexis Rotella