By Ram Chandran

alone

with memories

I have nothing else

Ram Chandran

By B.A. France

the garden

resigns itself to cold

... wild hibiscus

B.A. France

By John J. Dunphy

after the fire

we comb the ashes for

our lucky horseshoe

John J. Dunphy

By Mona Bedi

shadows

walking on shadows

city sidewalk


Mona Bedi

By Mirela Brăilean

scratched vinyl — 

the same lies

on and on

Mirela Brăilean

By Ram Chandran

on this lonely night

all my comfort —

vinyl music

Ram Chandran

By Joe Sebastian

a full lockdown year — 

birds on the fence watching us

watching them

Joe Sebastian

By Ana Drobot

kintsugi —

over the fallen leaves

a ray of sun

Ana Drobot

By Pat Davis

the way of the bee

I also seek

the center

Pat Davis

By Mona Bedi

twilight

i unsee

his dark side

Mona Bedi

By John J. Dunphy

heat lightning

I clean my glasses after

cleaning my glasses

John J. Dunphy

By B.A. France

deepest sleep

tomorrow’s depth comes

in an instant

B.A. France

By Pat Davis

ancient syllables

the forest alive

in birdsong

Pat Davis

By Vincenzo Adamo

my every uncertainty

makes the sky empty —

falling stars

Vincenzo Adamo

By Devoshruti Mandal

backflip —

how a lizard falls

on his face

Devoshruti Mandal

By Vasile Moldovan

end of October —

flocks of sheep descending

to winter

Vasile Moldovan

By Chen-ou Liu

prolonged lockdown

a lone boy's face

against the window

Chen-ou Liu

By Joe Sebastian

lockdown — 

colouring inside

the lines

Joe Sebastian

By Mircea Moldovan

how many sunrises scattered by the stag's horns

Mircea Moldovan

By Tim Murphy

finding the shop closed

during opening hours

Mercury Retrograde

Tim Murphy

By Mircea Moldovan

drizzle

the freckles on her face

one by one

Mircea Moldovan

By Chen-ou Liu

sound of spring rain

two umbrellas move closer

to each other

Chen-ou Liu

By Priti Khullar

old photo album

rain trickles down

my window

Priti Khullar

By Keith Evetts

YouTube listening to the nightingale 

Keith Evetts

By John Hawkhead

drifting mist

she has become

someone else

John Hawkhead

By Sherry Grant

the world scatters growing up once so close


Sherry Grant

By John Hawkhead

deep in her pocket

a shallow layer of dust

that once was someone

John Hawkhead

By Silk~

before dinner starlings peppering the reeds

Silk~