treasure hunt –
I don’t know what
she
sees in you
Susan Burch
*
too
early too late menopause
Susan Burch
*
first rain
the little raindrop
that
could
Susan Burch
treasure hunt –
I don’t know what
she
sees in you
Susan Burch
*
too
early too late menopause
Susan Burch
*
first rain
the little raindrop
that
could
Susan Burch
last chemo
a single sunflower
dances
in the wind
Mona Bedi
*
winter chill
she double folds
her
quilt
Mona Bedi
crows waiting
for the sprinklers
midnight
murder
Tina Mowrey
*
icy moon
she gives me
the
cold shoulder
Tina Mowrey
church stained glass window
the Virgin set ablaze
by the rising sun
John J. Dunphy
thunderhead…
the nearing
disaster’s
flashing brilliance
Rob McKinnon
*
sparkler…
child’s delight writing her name
in
the dark
Rob McKinnon
three hens gobble up
bits of
peanuts from my hand—
heat
advisory
J. D. Nelson
*
blue skies follow rain—
after the children’s party
the
dog relaxes
J. D. Nelson
fallow fields
the faraway sorrows
of
childhood
Ash Evan Lippert
*
winter crows
power lines divide
the
sunset
Ash Evan Lippert
moon gleam
on pine needles
whippoorwill
Robert Witmer
*
a child
on tiptoes
pointing to a star
Robert Witmer
road coast that
smells of strawberry
metal
roofs
Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
*
the
sun inside
bye-bye
sadness
goodbye
Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
old
street—
beneath the asphalt layers
my childhood
footsteps
A.J. Anwar
*
flea
market—
the haggles for something
priceless
A.J. Anwar
rain of leaves drought
Mirela Brăilean
*
first
date
his cheap smell
of desire
Mirela Brăilean
the
discourse on crooked toes ageism
Arvinder Kaur
*
house sale
the wicket gate moans
one
last time
Arvinder Kaur
the tinkle
of my baby's laughter
this
night of stars
Chen-ou Liu
*
a drift of blossoms
my Birman sleeps away
her
last days
Chen-ou Liu
august drought
she asks about
daffodil
bulbs
David Kāwika Eyre
*
in one hop
the grasshopper
becomes
grass
David Kāwika Eyre
Saigon
downpour
children
swim
in
the streets
Jimmy Pappas
*
plugged
into
the earth . . .
daffodil
yellow
Jimmy Pappas
magic
hour
the clop of hooves
down the road
Stephen C. Curro
*
alpenglow
a
golden moon
in silken clouds
Stephen C. Curro
*
half asleep
the hiss of bacon
in the pan
Stephen C. Curro
summer
sunset
I catch my
breath
in the lake’s
reflection
Mona Bedi
*
deep
winter—
mom’s
lullaby sneaks
into
my dream
Mona Bedi
all i know is this
the cello has fallen still
and all is quiet:
the music of what is not
ah,
what strange music that is
Gabriel Rosenstock
*
alone with his thoughts
one thought flowering among weeds
quickly vanishes
a thought that may yet return
on
the day his hair turns grey
Gabriel Rosenstock
day of leaving
I put our moon
in
my backpack
Adrian Bouter
*
rock bottom
love is a river
Adrian Bouter
the
autographed page torn out
Patrick Sweeney
*
again today
ignoring the lump
Patrick Sweeney
*
I
only like the idea of strawberries
Patrick Sweeney
*
in
a room alone rooting for the underdog
Patrick Sweeney