tucked in tight
on a cool evening
hibiscus flower
—Rohan Buettel
the many dialects of silent treatment
—Ravi Kiran
reunion
my long-term memory
is much better
—Ravi Kiran
turbulence
the airhostess holds on
to her smile
—Ravi Kiran
late night census
some of the sheep
look familiar
—Ravi Kiran
cloud gazing
a giraffe becomes
a line of elephants
—Jay Friedenberg
palimpset
a few traces
of his old self
—Jay Friedenberg
just a butterfly
the yellow
of leaves
—Hynek Koziol
autumn crocuses
counting twenty-nine
reasons to be happy
—Hynek Koziol
at a glance the hedge stops cheeping baby sparrows
—Lev Hart
afternoon
sun
rock
climbing
beside
a
waterfall
—Lev Hart
searching for clues —
why
did i open this drawer
—Lev Hart
traffic stop
his daughter waves
at passing cars
—John Pappas
moving day
out by the bins
a piece of sky
—John Pappas
night train
waiting on the platform
my reflection
—John Pappas
Diwali lights . . .
you and me
in our shadows
—Vaishnavi Ramaswamy
solitary moon—
the hum
of a singing bowl
—Vaishnavi Ramaswamy
a round-bellied calico—
the birth and death
of generations
a mother sees
in her lifetime
—Vaishnavi Ramaswamy
no choice
but to ponder...
falling leaves
—Adrian Bouter
October
a rush of raincoats
to the station
—Adrian Bouter
cherry blossom petals unblemished on the puddle płatki wiśni pozostają czyste na kałuży —Urszula Marciniak field of barley that rough touch over and over pole jęczmienia tamten szorstki dotyk znowu i znowu —Urszula Marciniak war is over now it's her bringing him roses wojna skończona teraz to ona jemu przynosi róże —Urszula Marciniak English translations by Alexander Daly & Marta Daly.
It’s a three-mile hike to the first entomology site; dawn peaks through the mangrove canopy. A swarm of drywood termites flanks a long-fallen log near the walkway. I jot a quick location note as a faint ocean breeze creaks the branches curving over our bridge like ibis beaks.
summer sunrise
a frog croaks
in the heat
history lesson
one war ends
the next one starts
—Pitt Büerken
hard times
they plant potatoes
in the front yard
—Pitt Büerken
rain bow
sun above
rain below
—Pitt Büerken
spring rain
watching fishing videos
when we can’t fish
—Anthony Lusardi
springtime shadow
my niece imagines herself
a giant with long legs
—Anthony Lusardi
midnight moon
the lullabies I learn
from the wind
—Mona Bedi
naming the brightest star we give dad a home
—Mona Bedi
unable to sleep
he holds onto
his little finger
with all the fingers
of the other hand
—Harold Bowes
I open Facebook as I usually do every evening after dinner. This time, along with the ads related to my job and interests, I see one that surprises me for today. It reminds me of a gift I gave 10 years ago.
anniversary—
my wife’s silicone boobs
expire today
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