By Maya Daneva

evening rain

my son wants me to stop

the lullaby

Maya Daneva

By Veronika Zora Novak

your fragrance

eclipses the moon . . .

night jasmine

Veronika Zora Novak

By Mirela Brăilean

scream

of a newborn baby

over noise of bombs



Mirela Brăilean

By Antonio Mangiameli

first kiss —

the fresh taste

of chewing-gum



Antonio Mangiameli

By David He

moonlight—

a stray dog

follows my bike

David He

By John Hawkhead

obituary column

my old teacher’s name

in the register

John Hawkhead

By Kamrun Nahar

for every experiment

we choose…

a monkey

Kamrun Nahar

By Ram Chandran

receding waves

wipe out all the footprints...

his dementia

Ram Chandran

By Alvin B. Cruz

anger management my father's broken pencils

 

Alvin B. Cruz

By David He

hazy moon...

Dad's tobacco smoke

mists my face

David He

By Alvin B. Cruz

softly falling rain

we look out

the same window

in opposite

directions

Alvin B. Cruz

By Nani Mariani

full moon

the deepest silence of the night

in your grave

Nani Mariani

By Shane Huey

waxing gibbous moon

dangling on the edge of space

the fullness of life

Shane Huey

By Lafcadio

clothes

flung on the floor—

summer heat

Lafcadio

By Yash Seyedbagheri

Truck sputters exhaust

front seat replete with crushed Coors

lilac scent long gone

Yash Seyedbagheri

By John Grey

solitary pawn

alone on a chessboard

where are all the others?

John Grey

By Tina Mowrey

mayfly down

may day

may day

Tina Mowrey

By JL Huffman

overdue

family gathering

sweeter than pie
 

JL Huffman

By Angiola Inglese

winds of war —

in front of the moon

wisp of smoke


Angiola Inglese

By Corey D. Cook

lockdown —

me

and my shadow

Corey D. Cook

By Samo Kreutz

deserted cottage...

those days I wasn't afraid

to dream

Samo Kreutz

By Douglas J. Lanzo

fading with sunset

line of refugees

blends into next day

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Hemapriya Chellappan

city morning bustle a pigeon’s bright red toes

Hemapriya Chellappan

By Kamrun Nahar

pair...

most often

we use for shoes

Kamrun Nahar

By Ken Slaughter

one way out

the train

I didn’t take

Ken Slaughter

By Krzysztof Kokot

Radetzky March —

old gentleman suddenly

opens his eyes

Krzysztof Kokot

By Anette Chaney

blue-eyed grass labels don't define me

Anette Chaney

By Lafcadio

ocean breeze—

the taste of salt

on your lips

Lafcadio