Govind Joshi

 spring afternoon 

a lemon tree branch full 

of warblers' song

—Govind Joshi

Vandana Parashar

the sculptor 

stops chiselling god’s eye 

blinding sun 

—Vandana Parashar

Eugeniusz Zacharski

starry sky 

night sowing 

of the endless field

—Eugeniusz Zacharski

Boryana Boteva

lizard on a stone

gripping my leather bag

tighter

—Boryana Boteva

Richard L. Matta

summer fog

the shape of missing

a dog’s touch

—Richard L. Matta

Neena Singh

cursive writing—

grandson’s thoughts fly

beyond the margin   

—Neena Singh

Wendy Cobourne

sea spray

the end of summer

on her lips

—Wendy Cobourne

Diane Webster

puddle reflection

the fence shattered

by bathing sparrows

—Diane Webster

Sathya Venkatesh

sixtieth birthday

i look for grab bars

in the restroom

—Sathya Venkatesh

Tuyet Van Do

rejection email

outside the gate

a garbage truck 

—Tuyet Van Do

Sarah Mahina Calvello

lost a dream

or two among 

wildflowers

—Sarah Mahina Calvello

Mike Gallagher

chimney

the starling chattering                                                                

alone this year

—Mike Gallagher

John J. Dunphy

fishing

I get lots of bites

from mosquitos

—John J. Dunphy

Shravan

3.04 a.m.

twenty thousandth

black sheep

—Shravan

Ravi Kiran

reeds until

they move

heron’s legs

—Ravi Kiran

Steliana Cristina Voicu

solstice—

haystacks growing

with the sun

—Steliana Cristina Voicu

Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

as you lay dying

I rock your grandson

to sleep

—Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo 

Mohua Maulik

typing since dawn

i snuggle into the warmth

of a kiss

on my shoulder...

sunbeam

—Mohua Maulik

Chen-ou Liu

slanted moonlight

on nail holes in the wall ...

box after box

of my immigrant life

wrapped in shadows

—Chen-ou Liu

Melissa Laussmann

unfinished

his last letter

crescent moon

—Melissa Laussmann

Mark Hendrickson

armchair therapy

someone got a new book

for Christmas

—Mark Hendrickson

Joanna Ashwell

diary entry

a crab apple

from yesterday

—Joanna Ashwell

Cendrine Marrouat

still here

in the fading light

your roses

—Cendrine Marrouat

after the rain

a flotsam of fireflies

is enough

—Cendrine Marrouat

Pitt Büerken

Gaza Strip

even the sparrows

starving 

—Pitt Büerken

Partha Sarkar

waving fingers 

of a child—

flapping butterflies 

—Partha Sarkar