isolation
alone with
artificial
Intelligence
Fatma Zohra Habis
under the streetlight
two moths
dance
away the night
Marjolein
Rotsteeg
holiday abroad
a stray cat looking like mine
wants
to make friends
Marjolein Rotsteeg
forest
bathing I slowly become a tree
Mona Bedi
blinking
cursor —
the things I leave
unsaid
Mona Bedi
in
pursuit
of a butterfly
my whole life
Tony Williams
thistle
it’s
obvious
you don’t want a hug
Tony Williams
Anthropocene
the
hard-edged debate
on plastic rock
Pravat Kumar Padhy
forest
poem a child rhymes green and green
Pravat Kumar Padhy
do we remember
hot summers and cold winters
from our childhood?
talking about rain or shine
isn’t
like it used to be
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
low tide
the sandcastles
we
leave behind
C.X. Turner
waterfall
dipping a toe
into
the unknown
C.X. Turner
chamomile—
waiting
for water to boil
I brew haiku
Susan Lee Roberts
summer
hike
exploring the vastness
of the map
Susan Lee
Roberts
without
my son —
the light of dawn
always somewhere
Sébastien Revon
not
the rain
but the lukewarm coffee —
end of
summer
Sébastien Revon
father’s grave
finally telling him
what
I really think
Bryan Rickert
romantic picnic
we both come away
with
a tick
Bryan Rickert
crossroad
a day without a need
to
yield
Vera Constantineau
heavy rain
swapping summer for fall
in
the closet
Vera Constantineau
senior golfer
corrects his stance
at
the urinal
Vera Constantineau
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