pasture
gate latched
on either side
no fence
Scott F. Parker
after
the rain
all the happy grass
waving in the wind
Scott F. Parker
turtles
on the shore
keeping busy
maintaining stillness
Scott
F. Parker
pasture
gate latched
on either side
no fence
Scott F. Parker
after
the rain
all the happy grass
waving in the wind
Scott F. Parker
turtles
on the shore
keeping busy
maintaining stillness
Scott
F. Parker
my heart is beach glass
translucent, delicate, mauve
softened
by the sand
Katharine Angelina Love
pajamas…
another superhero dream
takes
flight
Lorraine A Padden
trouting
the arc of a midsummer
rainbow
Lorraine A Padden
asking
her grandmother about love fresh daisies
Lorraine A Padden
incoming…
baby formula airdropped
over
a war zone
Lorraine A Padden
night fog
across the Sound
a
horn solo
Audrey Quinn
from adjoining terraces
the sounds of summer
sunscreen
mist
Audrey Quinn
night walk
two dogs
square
off
Audrey Quinn
summer fair
children chasing
soap
bubbles
Govind Joshi
story
within a story
this
life
Govind Joshi
my sweet baby girls –
they are no longer babies
and
not always sweet
Todd Matson
his philanthropy –
the gifts he kept on giving
for
his vanity
Todd Matson
unconditional –
the love of a little dog
is
God spelled backward
Todd Matson
rush hour
the manoeuvrability
of
an ambulance
Ravi Kiran
between a beard
and the grey moustache
a
few missing teeth
Ravi Kiran
Alzheimer’s
her favourite dress
for
the first time
Ravi Kiran
what are the odds
of meeting you again
shooting
star
Ravi Kiran
escaping
through
fence pickets
wildflower seeds
j rap
you
pick out things
from my hair
lovebug
j rap
words
we said too late lilacs
Alvin B. Cruz
insomnia
yesterday’s rain
still
falling
Alvin B. Cruz
rain
after a long drought mother’s remission
Alvin B. Cruz
taking a nap
with eyes closed
seeing
everything
Stephen Jarrell Williams
an old man
gazing up to heaven
wondering
when
Stephen Jarrell Williams
children singing
on the mountaintops
pleading
with us
Stephen Jarrell Williams
shitty
day
she holds herself
to the drinking straw
Pitt
Büerken
really
that can’t be
true
indeed
what’s to be seen
seems incredible
Pitt
Büerken
winds pick up at sunset
sign of a coming front
wet
whispers of rain
Steve Van Allen
Exodus of toads,
Crossing my path,
I
part my feet
Anthony Ward
Leave
me be said the tree rather quite deciduously
Anthony Ward
deserted temple
a stone Buddha drowns
in
the moonlight
David He
dim moonlight...
the rain ripples
in
a beggar's bowl
David He
their marriage license
torn into strips and placed outside
for
bird nests
John J. Dunphy