By Joanna Ashwell

early to rise

the sun and I

solidify

Joanna Ashwell

By Mike Gallagher

the farmer scolds

each scowling cloud

harvest sky

Mike Gallagher

*
 

seeking out

no particular star

daydreamer

Mike Gallagher

By Catherine Zickgraf

the earth sounds hollow

though cherry blossoms float down

landing in my hair

Catherine Zickgraf

By Chen-ou Liu

laid off ...

the familiar and forgotten

packed into boxes

Chen-ou Liu

By M. R. Pelletier

 Planter box—

   a clump of dandelions

   overlooked

M. R. Pelletier

By Joshua St. Claire

following the scent of bergamot yellow sulphur

Joshua St. Claire

By evan coram

fallow field

clinging to nothing

birdsong

evan coram

By Kotonobu

slowly run

my hands

along your shape

Kotonobu

By Alvin B. Cruz

alone

on a full moon night —

my perfect incompleteness

Alvin B. Cruz

*

small town gossip

at the laundromat

sound of the rinse cycle

Alvin B. Cruz

By C.X. Turner

freezing rain—

reaching new depths

of melancholy

C.X. Turner

By David Josephsohn

twilight

the shadows and I

finally rest

David Josephsohn

By Keith Evetts

talk of peace

among the roses

spider threads

Keith Evetts

By Jay Friedenberg

sunset light

on almond blossoms

the last bumble bee

Jay Friedenberg

By Robert Epstein

alone with my loss

around the rosemary bush

bees humming

Robert Epstein

By Barrie Levine

swinging to a halt

on the coatroom rack

her new cane

Barrie Levine

By Mark Gilbert

a couple on the beach holding hands holding shoes

Mark Gilbert

*

 

dawn breaks

the mayfly’s will

to live

Mark Gilbert

By Ellen Kom

family reunion

another shot

of vodka

Ellen Kom

By Ana Drobot

flying carpet

resting on the wall —

my therapist asks me

to bring free associations

for my dream

Ana Drobot

By Jerome Berglund

hole in the ice

derelict farmhouse

Jerome Berglund

*

old car in a field

further out lambs

Jerome Berglund

By Daya Bhat

overseas call

a blue jay takes away

all the minutes

Daya Bhat

By John Hawkhead

sky drums

crows in the skeleton tree

call down the storm


John Hawkhead

By Kristen Lindquist

Sunday morning

a girl scrapes a palm frond

through last night's litter

Kristen Lindquist

By Orrin PréJean

pretty color of ground up cinnamon   when will i fall in love


Orrin PréJean

*

shooting wild horses 'thnks Marlene for freeing haiku'

Orrin PréJean

By Bryan Rickert

checking the phone

every five minutes

it must be love


Bryan Rickert

By Daniel Birnbaum

on the pond

mist

but why the silence

Daniel Birnbaum

By Robert Witmer

first frost

crickets chirping

in the fireplace

Robert Witmer

By Veronika Zora Novak

funeral procession my shadow missing

Veronika Zora Novak

By Patrick Sweeney

waters by the Otemon Gate

a little girl dumped

her festival goldfish

Patrick Sweeney