By C.X.Turner

however low

the sun persists…

rising daily

C.X.Turner

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

raindrops

rolling down windows—

still the sparrows 

 

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Refika Dedić

the sky over Ukraine

in the basement silence

rain of bullets

Refika Dedić

By Karen A VandenBos

Cup of jazz flavored

With a shot of muddy blues

Setting lips on fire.

Karen A VandenBos

By Tiffany Liz Mackay

sleepy seaside—

a seagull

announces its presence

Tiffany Liz Mackay

By Nancy Brown

rain lilies

in a nearby field

brief constellations

Nancy Brown

By Tffany Shaw-Diaz

to be

a woman

to be

the sea

 

Tffany Shaw-Diaz

By Jim Niffen

everything

becomes nothing –   but

your picture

Jim Niffen

By Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

the air feels

less heavy

smog disappearing

since the day

you walked out of my life

Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

By Zdenka Mlinar

memory

of St. John's torches

summer solstice

firefly

on my palm

‪‪‪Zdenka Mlinar

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

within my grasp the echo of Saturn

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Jerome Berglund

pink undershirt –

laundered by a lady

who likes lipstick

Jerome Berglund

By Lafcadio

deserted island–

tell my family I'm lost

and cannot be found

Lafcadio

By Shae Krispinsky

Shuddering, brilliant

in a skin of azure light:

No god can stop me.

Shae Krispinsky

By Daniel Birnbaum

haze on the mountain

yet

nothing is made easier

Daniel Birnbaum

By Paula Sears

knee-deep

in clouds

great blue heron

Paula Sears

By Sébastien Revon

rhubarb crumble

the reason of our argument

forgotten

Sébastien Revon

By Daipayan Nair

loadshedding—

fireflies buzz around

the power box

 

Daipayan Nair

By Nicoletta Ignatti

deserted classroom—

a butterfly flies undisturbed

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Barrie Levine

travel photos

no one there knows

who we are

Barrie Levine

By David Kāwika Eyre

spring dusk

still hearing

the quiet of

the old folk

David Kāwika Eyre

By petro c. k.

an army of leaf blowers

moves in on a peaceful morning

petro c. k.

By Tuyet Van Do

on the footpath

shelters for the homeless

cardboard boxes

Tuyet Van Do

By David He

the nurse

lifts her mask

for some fresh air…

a sickle moon creeps

into the tent crack

 

David He

By Jim Niffen

kyiv

your smoke

fills the moon

Jim Niffen

By Kamil Plich

on the bus

the hair on our legs

touch

Kamil Plich

By David He

moonrise...

I remember

the Buddha




David He

By Erica Dionora

A foaming tide

washes over the wet sand

filling in foot craters

Erica Dionora