By Lakshmi Iyer

paddling the stars

in the dark sky

I dream

of heaven beyond

my reach

Lakshmi Iyer

By Teji Sethi

orange hour

sun sinks into

a cloud of dust

Teji Sethi

By Kayla Drouilhet

mid snore…

his hand still rubbing

my back

Kayla Drouilhet

By Pippa Phillips

coffee at midnight

smoke

in a starless sky

Pippa Phillips

By Chen-ou Liu

mountain lake ...

clothed in moonlight

prom date and me

Chen-ou Liu

By Lori A Minor

we jump in

drunk and naked

college fountain

Lori A Minor

By Madeleine Vinluan

grief surfaced

I saw its face

dying moon

Madeleine Vinluan

By Mona Bedi

last breath

three generations

bid farewell

Mona Bedi

By Baisali Chatterjee Dutt

lockdown blues

the parrot beats its wings

against the cage

Baisali Chatterjee Dutt

By John J. Dunphy

my bibliophile friend

an unread book beside him

in the coffin

John J. Dunphy

By Joe Sebastian

nibbling bread crumbs

under the Zen garden bridge

a school of koi

Joe Sebastian

By Claire Ninham

lawn mown —

the distant hum

of a wildflower meadow

Claire Ninham

By Keith Evetts

blots

in my notes the poems

found in clouds

Keith Evetts

By GRIX

cloudbusting, I loosen the rainbow’s colors

GRIX

By John J. Dunphy

graveside service

a mourner's umbrella

too red


John J. Dunphy

By Joanna Ashwell

chalk dust

the tennis ball

bouncing dew


Joanna Ashwell

By Maria Tirenescu

waiting for the eclipse sun and moon


Maria Tirenescu

By Vincenzo Adamo

sparrows. . .

the echo on the bare branches

of your whisper

Vincenzo Adamo

By Joe Sebastian

Spring in full bloom—

bees bumping

into bees

Joe Sebastian

By Mona Bedi

summer sun

my indigo dress fades

into a new blue

Mona Bedi

By Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

fallen mango

a bruise blooms

before dawn

Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo

By Keith Evetts

soap bubbles our love

Keith Evetts

By GRIX

catchphrases full of wind

GRIX

By Pat Davis

rain

becoming

pond

Pat Davis

By John J. Dunphy

old unabridged dictionary

its words reduced

by bookworms

John J. Dunphy

By Joanna Ashwell

Longing

to belong

full moon

Joanna Ashwell

By Helen Ogden

early morning

lost in the streetlamps

the setting moon

Helen Ogden

By Dragan J. Ristić

the smell of elder

through an open window -

the moon is here too

Dragan J. Ristić