By Maurizio Brancaleoni

thickened fog —

I still delude myself

she will love me

Maurizio Brancaleoni

By Mircea Moldovan

forsythia, the morning walk of a priestess

Mircea Moldovan

By Monica Kakkar

slew of signatures . . .

even with lengthening days

we run out of time


Monica Kakkar

By Pat Davis

saturday

the jingle from mama's

apron pockets

Pat Davis

on a ginko

sounds of contentment

from his wheelchair

Pat Davis

By Barrie Levine

yearbook ‘68

my hometown friends

and their hairdos

Barrie Levine

 

 

sipping milk

from the cereal bowl

my inner cat

Barrie Levine

signs of spring!

flower emojis

in all her texts

Barrie Levine

By Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

immigrants landing  new wave of panic

Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

By Vandana Parashar

river’s regret

one wrong turn

years ago


Vandana Parashar

breast augmentation and the smallness of everything else

Vandana Parashar

 

 

my son’s drawing

every house has

a tree outside

Vandana Parashar

By Rita Melissano

white waterlilies

at the feet of a bronze Pan

the owl too

rests in stillness by them

before bowing for a sip

Rita Melissano

peace comes

silent like the dawn

war...so loud

an open market

full of rattlesnakes

Rita Melissano

 

 

going home together

the moon

and I

Rita Melissano

By Lisa C Reynolds

alphabet soup...

she learns

to eat her words

Lisa C Reynolds

By Nicoletta Ignatti

spring dawn—

the short life

of dew pearls

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Colette Kern

the world's unrest—

numbing myself

with word games

Colette Kern

By Sarah Paris

spring rain

green traffic lights

in a puddle

Sarah Paris

after the storm

a skeleton tree cradles

dawn


Sarah Paris

By Ida Wiesenfeld

Skimming the waters,

The dragonfly,

Steals the water’s moon.

Ida Wiesenfeld

Touchstone Award Nominations (January through April 2024)

Announcing the Touchstone Award nominations from CMJ:

traffic slows

I move the dead rabbit

to safety

Tom Clausen

if peace

were a sound

snow angels

C.X. Turner

my inner bear

begins to hibernate

cold moon

Alfred Booth

a leafless tree

raises arms to the sky

praying for peace

Neena Singh

grunting

I try not to be an animal

but I am

Tony Williams

it could be winter or it could be worse

Robert Epstein

periodic table

the stars that flow

through us

Eugeniusz Zacharski

power outage

learning the shapes

of familiar things

Helen Ogden

his first recital

a round of applause

for all the pink

Barrie Levine

claiming the American dream an American gun

Susan Yavaniski

windstorm

reading a letter

not meant for me

Ruth Holzer

By Nicola Schaum

the deaf cat sees, I listen

summer rain

Nicola Schaum

cloud spotting my troubles shifting shape

Nicola Schaum

 

termite tango

drifting wings

glisten at dusk

Nicola Schaum

By Mallika Chari

overcast sky

nothing to do, she watches

the cawing crow

Mallika Chari

continuous drizzle

the street vendor’s restlessness

all day long

Mallika Chari

prayer

we repeat it

in our mother tongue

 

Mallika Chari

By Helen Ogden

biding its time

a poppy bud

about to bloom

Helen Ogden

folding laundry

the odd sock

set aside

Helen Ogden

condolences

the heavy weight

of empty space

Helen Ogden

leap day

keeping pace

with the planets

 

Helen Ogden

By Matthew Markworth

working

for peanuts

songbird

Matthew Markworth

By Anne Morrigan

distracted

by the sunlight dancing

off my phone


Anne Morrigan

By John Zheng

 

delta life so flat i often look up at the sky

John Zheng

By Anthony Lusardi

waiting

for the storm to pass . . .

counting seconds

between the flash

and the boom

Anthony Lusardi

By Oana Maria Cercel

 

Venice 1

Oana Maria Cercel

By Timothy Daly

spring rainbow

the colours

of our toothbrushes


Timothy Daly

By M. R. Pelletier

Three hours

before the alarm—patterns

                              in the ceiling

M. R. Pelletier

Sunday in the park—

   a sermon

   of barks


M. R. Pelletier

By Susan Elizabeth Schipper

Pink umbrella

Shades path

Welcomes Spring

Susan Elizabeth Schipper

By Shawn Blair

breaking news

from Tokyo

cherry blossoms

Shawn Blair

old headstones

the preacher

leans on his wife

Shawn Blair

Fired up Haiku

 

By Ishan Anagh

grey morning

along an eagle’s flight

the passing sky

Ishan Anagh

 

a bookmark…

carried from book to book

endings

Ishan Anagh

 

late afternoon –

my father’s voice

growing old in the wind

Ishan Anagh