By Neena Singh

galaxies

within and without

a divine jigsaw

Neena Singh

By Wilda Morris

the same moon

in Kabul

a different breeze

Wilda Morris

By Kyoko Bengala

loneliness --

each one locked inside

his cell phone


Kyoko Bengala

By Mircea Moldovan

somewhere

the women gather

children's tears

Mircea Moldovan

By Kelly Sauvage

rain patter something akin to love

Kelly Sauvage

Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

A lizard hunts

a beetle on the cupboard hinge.

Squish.

Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

By Kelly Sauvage

zero gravity the way we play with puppets

Kelly Sauvage

By Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

Crescent moon

Silver is lost

in the path

Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

By J.R. Gaskin

illuminating

my inner emptiness

refrigerator light

J.R. Gaskin

Pippa Phillips

winter lake—

a song in the seams

of its surface

Pippa Phillips

By Kyoko Bengala

agitation --

inside are oleanders

and a lot of insomnia

Kyoko Bengala

By Réka Nyitrai

a devil born

from dark apples

its sweetness

Réka Nyitrai

By Rp Verlaine

the blood

on the Samurai's sword

becomes stars

Rp Verlaine

Vincenzo Adamo

night of San Lorenzo --

stars are falling

about you, about me, about us

Vincenzo Adamo

By G.R. LeBlanc

clematis vine

the dog follows me

everywhere

G.R. LeBlanc

By Peter Jastermsky

up in arms who let the shirt off the hook


Peter Jastermsky

By Sherry Grant

recipe collection

all the ingredients

I don’t have

Sherry Grant

By Giuliana Ravaglia

sailboat...

my life in the rush of the winds

Giuliana Ravaglia

By Veronika Zora Novak

the sound

of skeleton keys . . .

Pandora's box

Veronika Zora Novak

By Richard Bailly

seagulls at sunrise

late summer

breakfast ballet

Richard Bailly

By KEV Trocmet

bathing sparrows

sprinkle the air

with diamonds

KEV Trocmet

By Terrie Jacks

ocean’s sounds

my ears tune into

barking seals


Terrie Jacks

By Réka Nyitrai

a winter of dark apples

the time I gave birth to

a woodpecker

Réka Nyitrai

Paweł Markiewicz

marvel of beehive

queen bee meets dear apiarist

in loneliness
 

Paweł Markiewicz

By Giuliana Ravaglia

solitude -

a trickle of makeup left to run

Giuliana Ravaglia