French lavender bunch
the life I thought
I
was bound for
Kelly Sargent
winter rain
the wisdom
of
imperfection
Kelly Sargent
French lavender bunch
the life I thought
I
was bound for
Kelly Sargent
winter rain
the wisdom
of
imperfection
Kelly Sargent
beach
wedding—
the flower girl gathers
broken shells
Mark
Forrester
midnight
rain
remembering
my mother’s voice
Mark Forrester
pulled
into
another
black
hole
nightmare
Stephanie Zepherelli
balance
amid chaos
stacking
stones
Stephanie Zepherelli
willow leaf
a koi practices
catch
and release
Richard L. Matta
box canyon hike
a chorus of coyotes
deepens
darkness
Richard L. Matta
coming
out of woods the sudden depth of the sky
Vandana Parashar
on
the periphery of night just enough space for me
Vandana Parashar
carbon
dating am I too old to bond
Vandana Parashar
deep in dhyana
thud of a newspaper
outside
my door
Vandana Parashar
single bird on a wire
one-note
afternoon
Steve Van Allen
hot July
in tall grassy shade
a
deer
Steve Van Allen
a
single clock
back and forth in time—
tango
Emil
Karla
the
many birds
above the tracks
within the morning sun
Emil Karla
why
presupposes everything one random car horn blast
J. D. Nelson
morning
crow morning crow come on everybody it’s the morning crow
J. D. Nelson
crabapples
on the tree some red some green some red & green
J. D. Nelson
lightning
against the dark sky I remember a dream come true
J. D. Nelson
how green
our earth was
–climate
change
Nancy Brady
September morning...
the lone honk
of
a Canada goose
Nancy Brady
origami
butterfly poetry from a friend
Karen O’Leary
older than dirt
I kick up dust
square
dancing
Karen O’Leary
my old school
the road has grown
to
tarmac
Biswajit Mishra
I’d rather
he didn’t touch my nerves
dental
visit
Biswajit Mishra
vanishing
point –
parallel tracks roll on
destination
unknown
Joseph Kleponis
I
heard you singing
soft and sweet –
or was it the
wind?
Joseph Kleponis
haijin debate –
behind Basho’s frog
interjections
Ana Drobot
autumn leaves
just me, myself and I
same old song
over and over
again
Ana Drobot
Sitting by the bank
of the Saco, I gaze at
my daughter Kristen
and her friend, like two Naiads
frolicking
on the water.
Russell Dupont
oppressive heat
only cicadas accompany me
at
dad’s grave
Maya Daneva
this woodpecker’s tapping
in the morning
in
the afternoon
Maya Daneva