the 4th of July
gazing up at
ripening figs
—Doug Sylver
drum bridge
the plop
of a penny
—Joshua Gage
crisp pickles
the purr of the cat
around my ankle
—Joshua Gage
summer scherzo
wild orchids
in the meadow grass
—Katie Montagna
fluttering past
on an upgust of wind
a rose petal
—Katie Montagna
night wind wafting jasmine
through the window
this full moon
—Katie Montagna
secrets held—
leaning into
the willow
—Joanna Ashwell
colouring
the bare trees
purple dusk
—Joanna Ashwell
peace lilies
writing her son’s
obituary
—Jahnavi Gogoi
spelling bee—
my name mere syllables
in a new country
—Jahnavi Gogoi
He never remembered the accident. Just the bumps, sirens pulsing out distant windows, a storm of red and white. Strangers worked over his body, rocking with waves. They pulled daggers from his skin, stabbed him with their own. Pressed deep in his chest. Numbness crept up his limbs, enfolded him in an empty hug. In that moment, the EMTs became his best friends. He cast his precious message in a bottle toward the shore, then slipped into the ocean.
almost dusk
a mynah tiptoes
on gulmohar petals
—Arvinder Kaur
snapping beans
my sister and I
unburden
—Arvinder Kaur
jungle walk
he proposes to me
with a wildflower
—Arvinder Kaur
road trip
we argue over the flavor
of potato chips --
how different the worlds
we come from
—Mona Bedi
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