collecting pebbles—
not long ago
I
too had rough edges
Ram Chandran
not the wind through
the pines but my mother's voice
in
mine
Deborah A. Bennett
the farmer scolds
each
scowling cloud
harvest sky
Mike Gallagher
*
seeking
out
no particular star
daydreamer
Mike Gallagher
the earth sounds hollow
though cherry blossoms float down
landing
in my hair
Catherine Zickgraf
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
a
couple on the beach holding hands holding shoes
Mark Gilbert
*
dawn breaks
the mayfly’s will
to
live
Mark Gilbert
flying carpet
resting on the wall —
my therapist asks me
to bring free associations
for
my dream
Ana Drobot
hole in the ice
derelict
farmhouse
Jerome Berglund
*
old car in a field
further
out lambs
Jerome Berglund
Sunday morning
a girl scrapes a palm frond
through
last night's litter
Kristen Lindquist
pretty
color of ground up cinnamon when will i fall in love
Orrin
PréJean
*
shooting
wild horses 'thnks Marlene for freeing haiku'
Orrin PréJean