By John J. Dunphy

public park

I enter

a portapotty

accompanied by

blown leaves

John J. Dunphy

By Bakhtiyar Amini

on the map

the only black point -

my country 

 

Bakhtiyar Amini

By Kristen Lindquist

on the suet

the year's last warbler

my mind wanders

Kristen Lindquist

By Hemapriya Chellappan

moonset moth navigates second thoughts

Hemapriya Chellappan

By Dorna Hainds

fresh snow

high on my shoulders—

magnolia blossoms

Dorna Hainds

By Ashish Narain

childhood

the shape of a willow

in starlight

 

Ashish Narain

By Mirela Brăilean

the invisible

from everything

the seed

 

Mirela Brăilean

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

in a vacant city

does a bullet still

demolish souls

ask the stars if

their shine was split

without consent

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Billy Antonio

old tire swing still bearing its weight

 

Billy Antonio

By Tom Bierovic

end of shift

the nurse's mask

stays on 

Tom Bierovic

By Jackie Chou

crescent moon

the thin edge of hope

on which I hang

Jackie Chou

By Tom Bierovic

screeching hawk

the stillness

of prayer flags

Tom Bierovic

By Billy Antonio

a pebble shaping the river

Billy Antonio

By Jackie Chou

stone labyrinth

thoughts trapped in a maze

of writing rules

Jackie Chou

By Christina Chin

winter Galaxy

harvesting dreams

along the old rusty rail

Christina Chin

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

long ago

a deserted forest

became my first lover

what other rooms

could you find within

your darkest abode

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Neena Singh

first date

everything just right

in the dream

Neena Singh

By Kanchan Chatterjee

autumn rain . . .

the haiku certificate

comes drenched

Kanchan Chatterjee

By Bakhtiyar Amini

autumn evening

the old man by the window

counts shadows

Bakhtiyar Amini

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

a ballad

childhood joy

sings

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Christina Chin

red oak leaf

spins in a spider web

winter sky

Christina Chin

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

shadows dancing

goldenrod under the weight 

of a chickadee

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Pat Davis

along a thread

that connects us

the lark's song 

 

Pat Davis

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

are rubies

simply fragments

of forgotten dreams

it is possible

that we once lived

as the dust between sand

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Neena Singh

unshed tears

the space between

our meeting

Neena Singh

By Christine L. Villa

after his death missing his silence

Christine L. Villa

By Pat Davis

stillness

the rising mist

in my whispers

Pat Davis

By B.A. France

autumn rain...

down payment on

spring gardens

B.A. France

By Pippa Phillips

Daylight

trickling into the subway—

satori.

Pippa Phillips

By B.A. France

cloudless sky...

memories of summer

blackberry preserves

B.A. France