By Priti Khullar

old wine

my love

for you

Priti Khullar

By Vandana Parashar

open window

the quiet of my room

disappears

Vandana Parashar

 

By Bisshie

the heat

wilts broccoli stems

mum’s breathing

Bisshie

By Helen Ogden

power outage

we bend the rules

of Scrabble

Helen Ogden

 

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St. Patrick’s Day

drinking green beer

to chase away the blues

Helen Ogden

By Susan Burch

making room for you my elastic heart

Susan Burch

By B. A. France

winter wind —

one thing at a time

in my mind

B. A. France

 

 

By Keith Evetts

All Fools’ Day

the crows

sleep in


Keith Evetts

By Michelle V. Alkerton

backstory

one more line

of barbed-wire

Michelle V. Alkerton

By Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

abandoned to

their inexperience

first brood

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

children playing

beneath the sky

sonic booms


Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Douglas J. Lanzo

moonlit walk

cascading steps

of evening stream

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

sleeping mountain

mother's shadow

remains a child

Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

By Adrian Bouter

low tide revealing high tide

Adrian Bouter

By Kavita Ratna

jaded pond

orange fins gently tickle

tired thoughts

Kavita Ratna

By Janet Krauss

As I walk by the shore,

negative thoughts arise.

The water shivers.
 

Janet Krauss

By Genevieve S. Aguinaldo

daffodils blooming

along the rocky moon —

his smile on her return

Genevieve S. Aguinaldo

By Barrie Levine

the gnarly bones

of an old lilac

my health condition

Barrie Levine

By Christer Hansson

out of step

following my snow tracks

from last week


Christer Hansson

By Ron Scully

graduation

on the campus green

crocuses

Ron Scully

By Zdenka Mlinar

spring freshness

and the colors of love

in our garden

old memories

for new joys

Zdenka Mlinar

By Ellen Kom

licking my wounds running out of saliva

Ellen Kom

By Bipasha Majumder (De)

sunbeam

squeezing through rainforest

her married life

Bipasha Majumder (De)

By Rupa Anand

frayed jersey —

those knitting classes

i never took

Rupa Anand

By Shelly Smith

aged fiddler

plays a goodbye song—

summer’s last cricket

Shelly Smith

By Alvin B. Cruz

getting tattooed

a rose eternally

blooming

Alvin B. Cruz

By Kaushal Suvarna

a dozen moons —

slicing onions


Kaushal Suvarna

By Thomas Klodowsky

returning to yourself

at dawn: where was I going?

is it still yesterday?

Thomas Klodowsky

By Mirela Brailean

swans' dance

the repeated bows

of the old dancer

Mirela Brailean

By Simone Pansolin

forging a key

out of the steel

of a lock

Simone Pansolin

By David He

a monk

meditates

in the moonlight

on his hut

an owl hoots

David He