morning wind . . .
the
birdsong too
rooted to sky
Goran Gatalica
sunny
spot —
cultivating a garden
in
our yard
Goran Gatalica
morning wind . . .
the
birdsong too
rooted to sky
Goran Gatalica
sunny
spot —
cultivating a garden
in
our yard
Goran Gatalica
room to grow
the yukuta
envelops
us both
Scott Wiggerman
low
water crossing the missteps
Scott Wiggerman
closed clinic
another choice
terminated
Scott Wiggerman
red desert
sheep bones
scattered
among everlastings
Louise Hopewell
botanic
gardens
the welcome sign decorated
with pigeon poo
Louise
Hopewell
too
much bad news brewing a cup of tea
Janet Ruth
fresh-cut-grass smell
at twelve, reading Nancy Drew
in
the tree house
Janet Ruth
music pumping
in the skating rink
a
dog on wheels
Tuyet Van Do
morning sun
among the golden fields
colored
umbrellas
Tuyet Van Do
casting worries
in the open sea
a
lone fisherman
Tuyet Van Do
crystalized color
dragonfly
wings shiver
then freeze
Douglas J. Lanzo
subway jazz
tunes
bouncing off
closed doors
Douglas J. Lanzo
boy
gazing
at four-masted ship
magic in a bottle
Douglas J. Lanzo
commencement
through
the chain link fence
an unforeseen breeze
Ron Scully
thunderheads
the
rush home before
dad finds out
Ron Scully
prayer beads
touching each one
with
a wish
Deborah Karl-Brandt
echo of an echo
the questions which remain
unanswered
Deborah Karl-Brandt
for all its faults
the iridescence
of
the pigeon
Helen Ogden
farmhouse ruins
a blue door
off
its hinges
Helen Ogden
spring blues
missing
the feeling
for all that pink
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
walking upside down
a fly finding its way
to
the light
Albert Schlaht
morning sun
a pot of tea
and
Basho
Albert Schlaht
ventriloquist
throws voice across valley
dandelions
Jerome Berglund
frosted shadows
searching for the
cause
of death
Jerome Berglund
the sound of their leaving
geese
in the mist
Bryan Rickert
always on the move
my one sided
conversation
with
the stream
Bryan Rickert
creek trickle
counting the planks
in
the boardwalk
Brad Benett
cloud drift
wind wrangles
the
chimney smoke
Brad Benett
four-legged sweater
he sniffs his way
to
the rainbow bridge
Barrie Levine
freshman dorm
my roommate’s bedspread
clashes
with mine
Barrie Levine
night read
an ant beats me
to
Basho
Biswajit Mishra
wrong foot
on freshly mopped floor
my
shoe prints
Biswajit Mishra
losing keys
the pleasure
of
rediscovering
Biswajit Mishra
such love
the day after Valentine’s
dark chocolates
are all gone leaving
an
empty heart
Biswajit Mishra
Hayrolls, photo by Biswajit Mishra
Full Moon, photo
by Biswajit Mishra