By Linda L Ludwig

in the garden

her empty chair

surrounded by weeds

Linda L Ludwig

By S.Eta Grubešić

so many bare branches

I can't find the way

to my true self

S.Eta Grubešić

By Genevieve S. Aguinaldo

varicose veins...

lost sea snakes

on the shore

Genevieve S. Aguinaldo

By Katja Fox

the tap tap of

rainforest tears

nobody hears


Katja Fox

By Susan Burch

in the ‘90s

a Fantastic Four

Vanishing Woman

as if women

weren’t already

invisible

Susan Burch

By Kelly Sargent

ice cream truck jingle

the neighborhood

a little smaller

Kelly Sargent

By Rosie Dang

October winds

the droop of autumn leaves

and remembrances

Rosie Dang

By Elliot Diamond

drip coffee

of a Zen morning —

spring rain


Elliot Diamond

By Janet Krauss

winds winter in the trees

the temple bell rings

silence

Janet Krauss

By Ram Chandran

wakeful night —

from the rustling leaves

mother's soft voice

Ram Chandran

By Priti Khullar

school reunion

I splurge on an

anti-wrinkle cream

Priti Khullar

By Ellen Kom

a pinch of turmeric

staining my fingers

sacral chakra

Ellen Kom

By Gavin Austin

gathering

with the dusk

dog-eared memories

Gavin Austin

By Michelle V. Alkerton

high rise

winds screech through gaps

of balcony doors

Michelle V. Alkerton

By Tuyet Van Do

parenthood —

in my arms

fur baby

Tuyet Van Do

By Wanda Amos

feeling the weight

of my baggage

a long road ahead

Wanda Amos

*

each day

a disaster —

armageddon

Wanda Amos

By Ellen Kom

under the autumn sky

olive trees

and charred bodies

Ellen Kom

By Pitt Büerken

after two years

now he's highly pleased

with his poem

Pitt Büerken

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

two butterflies

will we ever

become one

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By evan coram

glisten

singing of sunrise

and a silent “g”

evan coram

By David Ngo

Music fills the air,

finding its channel.

David Ngo

By Paula Sears

honey bees wild

in the cider wind

autumn equinox

Paula Sears

By J. D. Nelson

old Mount Sanitas

you look beautiful today!

after the shower

J. D. Nelson

*

 

there’s so much to do

that nothing ever gets done . . .

the list grows & grows

J. D. Nelson

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

tram station...

I share my umbrella

with a stray dog

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Daniel Birnbaum

this wave

that comes from far

what memories does it carry

Daniel Birnbaum

By Lee Hudspeth

wanting

not wanting

a coyote paces the horizon

Lee Hudspeth

By David He

the crackling

of our campfire...

we wait

in a circle

for moonrise

David He

By Alvin B. Cruz

what we leave behind shooting stars

Alvin B. Cruz