By Steve Bahr

Indian Paintbrush

flourishing flares

in a native land

Steve Bahr

By Vincenzo Adamo

in a dirt road the stone of memories

Vincenzo Adamo

By Louise Hopewell

Milky Way

following the twang

of a banjo


Louise Hopewell

By Cynthia Anderson

never liked never worn

the years it takes

to let go

Cynthia Anderson

By Richard L. Matta

starlit pampas twinkling comet tail

Richard L. Matta

By Louise Hopewell

his hand

in my back pocket

favourite jeans 

Louise Hopewell

By Sushama Kapur

sharing moonlight a silent garden owl

Sushama Kapur

By Kristen Lindquist

sunlit darner

I don't always filter

what I say

Kristen Lindquist

By Christian Ward

Seagulls carry rough seas on their wings


Christian Ward

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

side B

every record needs 

a second song

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Pippa Phillips

all day by the phone waiting for my voice

Pippa Phillips

By Agnes Eva Savich

maples ablaze

the road descends

into Beethoven

Agnes Eva Savich

By Kristen Lindquist

has everyone

lost their minds

falling leaves


Kristen Lindquist

By Kyoko Bengala

Nothing: a breath of wind through the leaves


Kyoko Bengala

By Bernadette O'Reilly

news

of niece's engagement

leaves fall

Bernadette O'Reilly

By Agnes Eva Savich

in my atoms

a mandelbrot set

of the universe

Agnes Eva Savich

By Amrutha Prabhu

amidst crackers and fireworks

I swim through

layers of me 

Amrutha Prabhu

By Neena Singh

roadside café

we share hot coffee

and birdsong


Neena Singh

By Freya Pickard

gentle surf thunders

drowns in a thousand kisses

on compliant sand

Freya Pickard

By Melanie Alberts

after the election

a cockroach belly up

dancing alone

Melanie Alberts

By Rp Verlaine

red and gold leaves

of autumn forming a trail

that ends in winter

Rp Verlaine

By Richard Bailly

lingering goodbye

orchestra plays the planets

stellar traveler

Richard Bailly

By Samo Kreutz

hide and seek

a boy's grandad

lost among memories


Samo Kreutz

By Douglas J. Lanzo

yesterday’s paper

lines homeless man’s dreams

with what could have been


Douglas J. Lanzo

By Vasile Moldovan

from the hospital gate

two paths are beginning...

only one to home


Vasile Moldovan

By Lakshmi Iyer

night light slips

into my milkshake

vanilla moon

Lakshmi Iyer

By Veronika Zora Novak

awakening

the mind of a lotus . . .

akitsu

Veronika Zora Novak

By Vladislav Hristov

quince garden

my mom’s perfume

alive again

Vladislav Hristov

By Agus Maulana Sunjaya

balmy breeze

mother traces

my face


Agus Maulana Sunjaya

By Mirela Brăilean

winter sea
— 
a fair-weather flag
ragged by wind

Mirela Brăilean