By Wanda Amos

bustling subway

the daily grind

of ants


Wanda Amos

By Daniel Birnbaum

Google Earth

invisible

my bench

Daniel Birnbaum

By Priti Khullar

solitude

I return

to me

Priti Khullar

By Helen Ogden

my mood ring

a darker shade of grey

june gloom

Helen Ogden

By Tony Williams

rain shadow…

always

the bridesmaid

Tony Williams

By Alvin B. Cruz

fallen leaves

on his headstone

how long he's been gone

Alvin B. Cruz

*

second marriage

she's having

second thoughts


Alvin B. Cruz

By Ellen Kom

summer heat

the gravediggers’ days

buried in ash

Ellen Kom

 

*

his last will

a testament of hate...

the family gathers

Ellen Kom

By Manoj Sharma

my inner hermit

in a solitude —

a leafless orchard

Manoj Sharma

By Mariangela Canzi

the day bleeds into nightfall war

Mariangela Canzi

 

 *

 

wild flowers —

I share solitude

with the mountains

Mariangela Canzi

By Maurizio Brancaleoni

June begins —

the plant furrows

brimming with rain

Maurizio Brancaleoni

By Mircea Moldvan

night walk

the charisma of a statue

without hands

Mircea Moldvan

By Manali Choudhury

An empty chair,

A hollowed pillow,

an unmade bed,

A singing clock,

An absent name.

Manali Choudhury

By Michelle V. Alkerton

attic hideaway

babushka dolls

unnesting


Michelle V. Alkerton

*

familiarity

borscht simmering

with a sprig of dill

Michelle V. Alkerton

By Mike Gallagher

her touch

the softness

of flowers

Mike Gallagher

By Maya Daneva

moving day

I dig up the tulip bulbs

from my garden

Maya Daneva

By Bryan Rickert

everything within me outsider art

Bryan Rickert

By Barrie Levine

the wiggly lid

on her takeout cup

hazy moon

Barrie Levine

By Rupa Anand

from the dawn light

of these woods

she flies 

into the tamarind tree  

to feed her chick . . .

Rupa Anand

By Ruth Happel

lines of geese honk

flying north with the sun

rush hour

Ruth Happel

 

*

whole world in snail’s shell

pulled behind him everywhere—

living the van life

Ruth Happel

By Ram Chandran

starlit night—

I tell my children

the stories grandma told me

Ram Chandran

By Mark Forrester

night heron

still hunting

the day moon

Mark Forrester

By Mark Gilbert

a bee, hovering

dangling her legs

in the buzz


Mark Gilbert

By evan coram

who I was and long to be

adrift

clouds with shadows

evan coram

*

 

through oak boughs

the porch light

on and off

evan coram

By Mona Bedi

not sure if I want to be reborn mayflies

Mona Bedi

By Chen-ou Liu

morning mist

layered on the river ...

this floating life

Chen-ou Liu

*

the departure door

closed between mother and me ...

fifteen years later

surging waves, one continent

and English separate us

Chen-ou Liu

By Beate Sigriddaughter

First lizard this year

on the mountain trail, tiny,

resolute. Yay spring.

Beate Sigriddaughter

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

Merlot sky —

we renew our vows

25 years after

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Robert Witmer

daybreak

stars spilling into the sea

lost in sleep

Robert Witmer