typing since dawn
i snuggle into the warmth
of a kiss
on my shoulder...
sunbeam
—Mohua Maulik
typing since dawn
i snuggle into the warmth
of a kiss
on my shoulder...
sunbeam
—Mohua Maulik
slanted moonlight
on nail holes in the wall ...
box after box
of my immigrant life
wrapped in shadows
—Chen-ou Liu
still here
in the fading light
your roses
—Cendrine Marrouat
when the child was a child (°)
remembering the day
I fell in love
—Oscar Luparia
(°) from the poem “Song of Childhood” by Peter Handke
spring meadow
the plein air painter
ran out of colors
—Mona Iordan
pajiște de primăvară
pictorul în aer liber
a rămas fără culori
—Mona Iordan
last walk together
the crackling of leaves
every step
—Alvin B. Cruz
sleepless night
twisting and turning
my Rubik's cube
—Alvin B. Cruz
second life
chip for the trail
the storm-felled oak
—Bryan Rickert
the toddler wants
to hug them too
first daffodils
—Bryan Rickert
equinox moonlight living in my twin’s shadow
—Kelly Sargent
bread and butter sandwiches
the bedtime hugs
I take for granted
—Kelly Sargent
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