By Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

slow hop

outpacing

the snail

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

By Adele Evershed

visiting my father

only the whiskey mellows

with age
 

Adele Evershed

By Maurizio Brancaleoni

the turtle dove

sings at dawn —

first day of the year

Maurizio Brancaleoni

 

*

 

il canto della

tortora all'albeggiare:

primo dell'anno

Maurizio Brancaleoni

By B.A.V. Varma

Dreams

do not be tears

Be real castles.


B.A.V. Varma

By Silvia Bistocchi

spring –

the invisible words

of the mountain

Silvia Bistocchi

By Zdenka Mlinar‬‬‬

buzzing of bees

on the unmown

meadows


Zdenka Mlinar‬‬‬

By Sharon Martina

picking up

where dad left off

my son's smile

Sharon Martina

By Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo

Lamplight

amid the cork tree leaves.

A nestless egg.

Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

last dance

neverending

sweep of stars


Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Tomislav Maretić

summer stage

mosquitoes speed up

the band’s rhythm

Tomislav Maretić

*

 

crowded train

a moth on the ceiling

gets a free ride

Tomislav Maretić

By Brad Bennett

ocean air

waves making waves

in the sand

Brad Bennett

*

 

late winter

the shimmer

of open water

Brad Bennett

By David Josephsohn

every reunion

fewer name cards

on the table

David Josephsohn

*

 

finally knowing

which side I’m on

garden walls

David Josephsohn

By Mircea Moldovan

tornado

a few sepia pictures

under a rocking chair

Mircea Moldovan

By Sébastien Revon

4 am

the silence

in A major

Sébastien Revon

By Vasile Moldovan

rereading War and Peace

the old pages are as fresh

nowadays as before

Vasile Moldovan

By Lakshman Bulusu

roof leak

twinkle of stars

in her eyes


Lakshman Bulusu

*

new moon night

in the starry silence

heartbeats

Lakshman Bulusu

By David Kāwika Eyre

by starlight…

these days of

the hereafter

David Kāwika Eyre

By Joanna Ashwell

summer fair

someone forgot

to tell the rain

Joanna Ashwell

By Michelle V. Alkerton

bent nails

the clink inside

a beggar’s cup

Michelle V. Alkerton

By Sreenath

earthen pot  –

the lady pours cool water

into my cupped hands

Sreenath

By Madisen Bellon

comet dances down

spitting fire, ash, and stardust

imprints on earth’s skin.

Madisen Bellon

By Govind Joshi

after the blossoms

bees too arrive

on the plum tree

Govind Joshi

By Hassane Zemmouri

amber scent...

on a fasting evening

a deep prayer

could it

erase all the sorrow?

Hassane Zemmouri

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

spring breeze –

 on the easel

 the buds bloom

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Ron Scully

nightingale

if I might have this dance

I would sing with you

Ron Scully

By Paul Callus

monologue

beside my mother’s grave

I share the latest news
 

Paul Callus

By Vivien Eliades

Maundy Thursday bells

we walk the local footpaths

admiring poppies

Vivien Eliades

By Samo Kreutz

old comb ...

the orchid scent

disentangled

Samo Kreutz

By Françoise Maurice

wild grasses

the breath of the wind

In her light hair

Françoise Maurice

By Goran Lowie

abandoned teddy

his playfulness

imprisoned by time

Goran Lowie