By K. Ramesh

long journey...

mirage after

mirage

K. Ramesh

By Tuyet Van Do

paramedic class

students stand in line

sterilizing hands


Tuyet Van Do

By Shasta Hatter

homegrown tomatoes

in the break room

comradery

Shasta Hatter

By Paula Sears

day moon

slipping off her fairy wings

for naptime

Paula Sears

 

dawn curled in the field a fawn

Paula Sears

riding

the train wind . . .

seeds of wildflowers

Paula Sears

orchard sundown . . .

the porcupine nibbles

a dropped apple

Paula Sears

fiddlers’ festival

a kick of hickory

in the pulled pork

Paula Sears

By Nicoletta Ignatti

low tide —

adding a day

to my years

Nicoletta Ignatti

autumn deepens —

the many varieties

of shadows

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Brad Bennett

milkweed pods

the jagged path

of a monarch

Brad Bennett

 

crossing the state line

in a pickup truck

a boulder

Brad Bennett

By Melissa Leaf Nelson

dry corn stalks

creaking in the wind

ghost stories


Melissa Leaf Nelson

 

still pond

a dragonfly

stitches the cattails


Melissa Leaf Nelson

By Sébastien Revon

the same wind yet not the same autumn equinox

Sébastien Revon

a hearse passes by…

my child asks a question

we cannot answer

Sébastien Revon

By Deborah A. Bennett

now i am the age

my brother never was —

frost moon dawn

Deborah A. Bennett

By Diane Funston

noble juniper watches

centuries of dryness

deep prayer to rain gods


Diane Funston

By DJ Tyrer

thunder

tension breaks

coolness

DJ Tyrer

By Mona Bedi

rocking chair —

dad's last summer

on the porch


Mona Bedi

woodsmoke

the memory of you

in each corner


Mona Bedi

riverside meditation

the Ganges meanders

through me


Mona Bedi

By Stacy Taylor

traffic jam

he tells me

he may walk

Stacy Taylor

thin apartment walls

trying not to sleep

with strangers

Stacy Taylor

wearing

my mother’s gold ring

the weight of it

Stacy Taylor

after the funeral

missing

my freeway exit

Stacy Taylor

By Katherine E Winnick

the Mediterranean the distance between us


Katherine E Winnick

inner alchemy the moment I saw you


Katherine E Winnick

midnight moon I plant my dreams

Katherine E Winnick

By Vandana Parashar

forest walk

how many did it take

to forge the trail

Vandana Parashar

 

grey dawn the dream of a life beyond

Vandana Parashar

if he doesn't care

neither do I

mockingbird

Vandana Parashar

By J. D. Nelson

half-moon soon this nightly walk will require a jacket

J. D. Nelson

who are you trying to fool moon you’re not full

J. D. Nelson

it’s been a year now forgotten stars

J. D. Nelson

By Stephanie Zepherelli

excess baggage

carrying the weight

of old photographs

Stephanie Zepherelli

city streets

intersecting shadows

without faces

Stephanie Zepherelli

riptide

fighting currents

of loneliness

Stephanie Zepherelli

washing windows

treasured moments

of clarity

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Susan Burch

fake profile —

why would anyone

want to be me

Susan Burch

getting under peoples’ skins poli(tics

Susan Burch

a thunderstorm stuck in my car

Susan Burch

By Elliot Diamond

a shadow of a shadow down the rabbit hole

Elliot Diamond

By David Cox

hidden

caterpillars make latticework

out of leaves

David Cox

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

bottled winter

the warmth

of maple syrup

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Mike Gallagher

tall yarns

the storyteller speaks

beyond the beyond

Mike Gallagher

By Mark Forrester

highway robbery—

every year

less groundwater


Mark Forrester

waking to late-night sirens beach vacation

Mark Forrester

morning crows

the day moon

in a dead tree


Mark Forrester

By Meera Rehm

all-day-long

the weight of storm

before storm

Meera Rehm

finally

the naked truth

winter tree

Meera Rehm

By Michael Buckingham Gray

rusty hinge

the old monarch butterfly

opens its wings

Michael Buckingham Gray

school holidays ...

the sand

in my shoes

Michael Buckingham Gray

By Kavita Ratna

shallow

of a pink shell

seasons within

Kavita Ratna

river view

a salmon floats

on a cloud of oil

Kavita Ratna

By Robert Beveridge

magic 8-ball

I ask it how it’s

feeling today


Robert Beveridge

sometimes no difference between monostich and cookie fortune

Robert Beveridge

By Marguerite Doyle

Leaving the thrift shop

on the dirty, shuttered street,

an old lady holds

two embroidered cushions stuffed

with a thousand dollar notes.

Marguerite Doyle