By Goran Gatalica

morning wind . . .

the birdsong too

rooted to sky
 

Goran Gatalica

 

sunny spot —

cultivating a garden

in our yard

Goran Gatalica

By Steve Van Allen

dry winter leaves

slowly overtaken

by greens of March

Steve Van Allen

By Hassane Zemmouri

as long as time nostalgia

 
Hassane Zemmouri

By Joshua Gage

drum solo

her red stiletto

trying to keep time

Joshua Gage

By Jeff Burt

The moon lights the plum

petals, a thousand candles

and birds yet to rise

Jeff Burt

By Xiaoou Chen

marshland

the calf’s lifted foot

hangs in the air

Xiaoou Chen

By Richard Bailly

walking

trunk in tail

elephant couple

Richard Bailly

By Scott Wiggerman

room to grow

the yukuta

envelops us both

Scott Wiggerman

low water crossing the missteps

Scott Wiggerman

closed clinic

another choice

terminated

Scott Wiggerman

By Louise Hopewell

red desert

sheep bones scattered

among everlastings

Louise Hopewell

botanic gardens

the welcome sign decorated

with pigeon poo


Louise Hopewell

By Janet Ruth

too much bad news brewing a cup of tea

Janet Ruth

 

 

fresh-cut-grass smell

at twelve, reading Nancy Drew

in the tree house

Janet Ruth

By Tuyet Van Do

music pumping

in the skating rink

a dog on wheels

Tuyet Van Do

morning sun

among the golden fields

colored umbrellas

Tuyet Van Do

casting worries

in the open sea

a lone fisherman

Tuyet Van Do

By Ezio Infantino

lonely moon …

the flashing red lights

on the skyscraper

Ezio Infantino

By Douglas J. Lanzo

crystalized color

dragonfly wings shiver

then freeze

Douglas J. Lanzo

 

 

 subway jazz

tunes bouncing off

closed doors

Douglas J. Lanzo

boy gazing

at four-masted ship

magic in a bottle

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Ron Scully

commencement

through the chain link fence

an unforeseen breeze

Ron Scully

thunderheads

the rush home before

dad finds out

Ron Scully

By Randy Brooks

French Press

he gets full custody

of the coffee beans

Randy Brooks

By Pitt Büerken

global seafaring

the supply chains run

aground

Pitt Büerken

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

prayer beads

touching each one

with a wish

Deborah Karl-Brandt

echo of an echo

the questions which remain

unanswered

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Oscar Luparia

daybreak

the cuckoo’s call highlights

your absence


Oscar Luparia

By Helen Ogden

for all its faults

the iridescence

of the pigeon

Helen Ogden

farmhouse ruins

a blue door

off its hinges

Helen Ogden

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

spring blues

missing the feeling

for all that pink

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Albert Schlaht

walking upside down

a fly finding its way

to the light

Albert Schlaht

morning sun

a pot of tea

and Basho

Albert Schlaht

By Jerome Berglund

ventriloquist

throws voice across valley

dandelions

Jerome Berglund

frosted shadows

searching for the

cause of death

Jerome Berglund

By Bryan Rickert

the sound of their leaving

geese in the mist

Bryan Rickert

always on the move

   my one sided

      conversation

         with the stream

Bryan Rickert

By Brad Benett

creek trickle

counting the planks

in the boardwalk

Brad Benett

cloud drift

wind wrangles

the chimney smoke

Brad Benett

By Barrie Levine

four-legged sweater

he sniffs his way

to the rainbow bridge

Barrie Levine

freshman dorm

my roommate’s bedspread

clashes with mine

Barrie Levine

By Jovana Dragojlovic

early morning

walking on the edges

of a new day

Jovana Dragojlovic

By Timothy Daly

night beach

these waves

of panic

and calm

Timothy Daly

By Biswajit Mishra

night read

an ant beats me

to Basho

Biswajit Mishra

wrong foot

on freshly mopped floor

my shoe prints

Biswajit Mishra

losing keys

the pleasure

of rediscovering

Biswajit Mishra

such love

the day after Valentine’s

dark chocolates

are all gone leaving

an empty heart

Biswajit Mishra

 

Hayrolls, photo by Biswajit Mishra

 

 

 

 Magpie on Tree-Thaw, photo by Biswajit Mishra

 

 

Full Moon, photo by Biswajit Mishra

By Philip Andrew Lisi

Human Nature

 

glasswing butterfly

 

            I mark its spirals

            and seek a certain release

            in its weightlessness

 

cellophane in silky flight

 

            my son does not see

            his cruel potential

            it is just a bug

 
west wind in summer

 

            he tears wings with glee

            my hands tremble in a breeze

            too cold for August

Philip Andrew Lisi

By Ram Chandran

Cuckoo's Song

from morning

following me everywhere—

this cuckoo's song

 

a cuckoo song

answering

a distant cuckoo song

 

banyan tree—

a cuckoo's song lengthens

through aerial roots



cuckoo's song

in sync with

monsoon rains

Ram Chandran