By Mariangela Canzi

insomnia Blue Moon and I

Mariangela Canzi

bee on tulip at dawn new love

Mariangela Canzi

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

silent night—

a spider slides down

from the hunter's moon

Eugeniusz Zacharski

 

full moon—

even the light that guides the thief

is stolen

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Cherri Sutphin

teacup

in a garden

water for the birds

Cherri Sutphin

arboretum

a hidden home

for fairies

Cherri Sutphin

By Karen O'Leary

soft music

wafts into my room

in dreams

my son’s song

plays on

Karen O'Leary

scraping to survive

a guitar man

with a broken string

Karen O'Leary

By j rap

Father’s Day

inside our frisbee circle

blur of poodle



j rap

up till dawn …

a shared apple crisp

at Denny’s

j rap

By Elena Zouain

rainbow —

accepting all colors of light


Elena Zouain

sudden downpour —

the smell of the earth

Elena Zouain

By Anthony Ward

Resting by the river

I forget time

Embracing eternity

Anthony Ward

Alone in the library

I browse many books

That remain closed to me

Anthony Ward

By Padma Rajeswari Tata

sundowner

a splash of colors

in my glass

Padma Rajeswari Tata

sleepless

one by one by one …

the swoosh of cars

Padma Rajeswari Tata

By David Ngo

A kite flies freely,

harmonising with the breeze,

its string broken,

surrendering to

the destiny of the wind.

David Ngo

Elephants and turtles

dance in the wind,

while lemongrass and tom yum

swirl in the air,

amidst a babel of languages.

David Ngo

By Ravi Kiran

night lightning

the restlessness

in the stables

Ravi Kiran

koi pond

no sign that says

no fishing

Ravi Kiran

By Krzysztof Kokot

Afghan flower girl—

bunches of pink tulip

in her black eyes

Krzysztof Kokot

 

the war—

at the butcher's door

skinny dog

Krzysztof Kokot

By Govind Joshi

spring breeze

through the stairway window

the pines

Govind Joshi

spring rain

in the silence

a brown leaf

Govind Joshi

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

strawberries

summer feelings up by two euros

than the year before

Deborah Karl-Brandt

 

perfect summer days for snails another downpour

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Neena Singh

summer day

a surfer rides

the rising sun


Neena Singh

my arms

cradle the dog

into the grave

Neena Singh

By Tony Williams

city pigeons

always something

to peck at


Tony Williams

 

thunder

answering thunder

with thunder

Tony Williams

By Françoise Maurice

street light

the distant echo

of a birthday party

Françoise Maurice

 

every so often

through the clouds

the Moon

Françoise Maurice

By Marilyn Ashbaugh

jam session

a cupboard lined

with mason jars

Marilyn Ashbaugh

the daisies

say it best

morning sun

Marilyn Ashbaugh

By M. R. Pelletier

Space station—

   who hears the mouse’s

   frightened squeak?

M. R. Pelletier

Kitchen window—

   a stray dog

   in the front yard

M. R. Pelletier

By Nisha Raviprasad

sunflowers

my shadow and I

move around

Nisha Raviprasad

broken vase

I bottle my tears

once again

Nisha Raviprasad

By Jovana Dragojlovic

after all this time...

chocolate donut

touches my lips

Jovana Dragojlovic

somewhere else...

sounds like a place without

any problem

Jovana Dragojlovic

By Oana Maria Cercel

tangled

in the moonlit clouds

my sobriety

Oana Maria Cercel

missing you

another morning

lasts a year

Oana Maria Cercel

hazy hills

Oana Maria Cercel

By Timothy Daly and Oana Maria Cercel

 

alone

in the crowd

nameless tree

words Timothy Daly

image Oana Maria Cercel

By Keith Evetts

in the night

croaks from the old pond

all alike

Keith Evetts

 

 

where they think

great Caesar crossed the Thames

...just the moon

Keith Evetts

By Nancy Brady

summer solstice

pinwheels spin

in the garden

Nancy Brady

h(earth)ome

Nancy Brady

By Chen-ou Liu

the door slammed shut ...

my world without her shrinks

to a tv screen

Chen-ou Liu

the door

open to blue skies

in the stillness

a caged eagle and I

become one

Chen-ou Liu

By Suraj Nanu

delayed monsoon

the heft of rice seeds

in the burlap sacks

Suraj Nanu

long distance call . . .

a winter butterfly

darts from the bucket

Suraj Nanu

By Alvin B. Cruz

folding

paper dolls

mother tells me

what it means

to be a man

Alvin B. Cruz

his twin sons

coming out

double rainbow

Alvin B. Cruz

enough said soundless wind chimes

Alvin B. Cruz

By Robert Witmer

a stone bench

warm with sun

the cat my mother loved

Robert Witmer

self help

the clerk at the bookstore

points to the bottom shelf

Robert Witmer

lost in thought

a dandelion seed

in the wind

Robert Witmer

war graves

the silence

of forgetful flags

Robert Witmer