heartbeats in first bloom—
her polka dot bikini
scarlet
ladybird
Monica Kakkar
at the end of the earth
where
the sun goes to die
a souvenir stand…
Mike Fainzilber
Oh, what greater love
Than fulfilling hopes and dreams
Can
we give others
Mike Turner
wedding anniversary
husband selects a bouquet
at
the cemetery
John J. Dunphy
*
weightlifter
trembling as he picks up
his
newborn son
John J. Dunphy
wanderlust
a little cloud
drifts
away
Vandana Parashar
*
shooting
everything in sight
wedding
photographer
Vandana Parashar
heat dome
even a
cactus
keels over
Christa Pandey
*
sunset
the
old pond
glows pink
Christa Pandey
thoughts twirling
in the spin-dryer
of
ego
Mike Freedman
*
priest lights up
leaving cathedral
no
sin to smoke
Mike Freedman
only a few
fireflies dream
of
becoming a star
evan coram
*
wet snowflakes
together
sharing
silence
evan coram
hare moon
from every direction
coyote
songs
Kerry J Heckman
*
tornado
hitching a ride
to
oz
Kerry J Heckman
my blind date
a no show —
total
eclipse
Alvin B. Cruz
*
summer
love unfolding my umbrella
Alvin B. Cruz
arranging ourselves
across music of the spheres
the
maestro awaits
James Penha
*
railway steps
waiting for those who seek
their
station
James Penha
supermoon
birds in trees
louder
and louder
John Zheng
*
yowling night
moon on a pine branch
wide-eyed
John Zheng
eyelashes
butterfly
wings
aflutter
Mike Gallagher
*
rustling
in
september breeze
drier leaves
Mike Gallagher
CN Tower
hidden in fog and rain ...
what remains
of my immigrant past
now
a blur to me
Chen-ou Liu
a cup of tea —
home
in every tongue
Jharna Sanyal
*
Judas tree
so many reasons
I
forgive
Jharna Sanyal
Carbon
Footprints
the
sun looks dim
with smoke all around
fierce debate
in
the conference room
for the sky to retain its blue
insects
search
space for a breath
birds
for the missed
treasure
as city sparks in neon lights
morning
whispers to the trees…
the leaves
lost their vigor
to muse with the breeze
early dawn
from
far off distance
the whales scream
not to change
the colour of the sea
neither
koel’s song
nor
hopscotch of birds
we
spend a living
with
a black sun
hanging
from the dusty sky
roaring
voice
of the rising sea …
in the lost land
the
Anthropocene defines
the sinking sun of the rising risk
Pravat
Kumar Padhy