By B.A. France

hummingbird visit

just as exciting

the third time


B.A. France

By Rp Verlaine

yet the crane

keeps its balance

in deep mud

Rp Verlaine

By Joanna Ashwell

cardinal song

seeking a corner

without rain

Joanna Ashwell

By Keith Evetts

where the future meets the past lightning

Keith Evetts

By Jim Niffen

slow dancing moon on your bare feet

Jim Niffen

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

urban tooth decay

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Barrie Levine

ripe avocado—

in its heart

a perfect moon

Barrie Levine

By Maya Daneva

how tasty

after a long winter

sun-melted butter

Maya Daneva

By Manoj Sharma

winter haze . . .

I snuggle deeper into the 

old photograph


Manoj Sharma

By Barrie Levine

curled photo

deep in the scroll

her forgotten self

Barrie Levine

By Mircea Moldovan

a lullaby flows from the moon

Mircea Moldovan

By Veronika Zora Novak

threadbare . . .

my kimono and the moon

Veronika Zora Novak

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

holes in his story moths

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Barrie Levine

snow globe shaken not stirred

Barrie Levine

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