By Maria Teresa Piras

March sky —

the Kiev moon

so pale

Maria Teresa Piras

By Julie Bloss Kelsey

tucking them in

one by one

stars

Julie Bloss Kelsey

By Veronika Zora Novak

blue hour moon

wishing to be anyone

but me

Veronika Zora Novak

By Chen-ou Liu

street preaching

a sudden burst

of birdsong

Chen-ou Liu

By Anthony Ward

Moth splashes into window

Swimming up to the light

Drowning out darkness

Anthony Ward

By John Hawkhead

oceanic spray

great clouds billow

from walrus nostrils

John Hawkhead

By Ruth Holzer

white peony

on the window sill

red ants

Ruth Holzer

By Ramesh Anand

monsoon romance

our sips of tea

from one saucer

Ramesh Anand

By Madisen Bellon

clouded eyes blank mind

a light bulb dimmed flickering

please remember me

Madisen Bellon

By Keith Evetts

gathering night crows don't seem to listen

Keith Evetts

By Joanna Ashwell

I draw

a fresh scene

the Mad Hatter

spilling stars

shaped around time

Joanna Ashwell

By Pippa Phillips

so long

for the grape

to darken into wine

in this bitter sip I can taste

the shadow of the sun

Pippa Phillips

By John J. Dunphy

thaw

rapidly shrinking

snowman's genitalia

John J. Dunphy

By Lucia Cardillo

early daffodils ...

what i know

about spring

Lucia Cardillo

By Vincenzo Adamo

wildflowers—

in my son's drawings

tanks

Vincenzo Adamo

By Mirela Brăilean

months of war

the blackbird's song

nested in me

Mirela Brăilean

By Mircea Moldovan

spring's lullaby sweet goat's milk

Mircea Moldovan

By Barrie Levine

her voice

flowing with the river . . .

spring thaw

Barrie Levine

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

unfurling tulips

another spring

another war

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Paula Sears

slightest curl

of the fern’s frond

craving a drop of rain

Paula Sears

By Joe Sebastian

dandelion

a droplet of rain slides

down its stem

Joe Sebastian

By Agus Maulana Sunjaya

winter star …

I thought you were

still there

Agus Maulana Sunjaya

By Darrell Petska

snow

so many little worries

weigh me down

Darrell Petska

By Priti Khullar

war

her diary

will be history


Priti Khullar

By Mona Bedi

just like that

I fold yellow paper

into origami cranes

Mona Bedi

By David Ngo

old town café

kaya toast with half-cooked eggs 

bringing back the taste

of yesterday 

which is gone forever

David Ngo

By C.X.Turner

self-care…

I walk in meadows

of another time

C.X.Turner

By Florin C. Ciobica

more cold

in the world...

war

Florin C. Ciobica

By Ray Spitzenberger

not able

to pen poems about wars

only prayers

Ray Spitzenberger

By Susan Burch

prison break

my thoughts

escape me

Susan Burch