this solitude…
a cloud cloaking my days
with ease
the silence no word
wants
to escape
Rita Melissano
sitting
on a slice of moon
she smiles
without feeling the sharp
edge
of the dark side
Rita Melissano
writing
on the mind’s walls
all is lost
the red ink of a heart lasts
forever
like a swan feather
Rita Melissano
endless sky...
where
the
sun goes to sleep
Rita Melissano
city co-op garden –
not even my own
empire
of dirt
Susan Burch
horrible day –
my haiku
grow
fangs
Susan Burch
first
vulture . . .
imagining the past lives
of this old
pine
Kristen Lindquist
sun halo
the
overlapping orbits
of vultures in flight
Kristen Lindquist
lazy creek . . .
the morning air hazy
with
willow fluff
Kristen Lindquist
mountain town
help wanted signs
in
every window
Patrick Kitchen
summer heat
a box of my things
on
her front porch
Patrick Kitchen
weeding
where should I begin
Patrick Kitchen
spring full moon
brightens the garden
yesterday's
laundry
Wiesław Karliński
bird singing
goes silent for a moment
woodcutter's
axe
Wiesław Karliński
always the leader —
his son's name
at the top of the list
on
the war memorial
John J. Dunphy
every stem
balancing its blossom
spring equinox
Paula Sears
spring morn
the green hillside
singing
with sheep
Paula Sears
the warm hum
of sleepy
voices —
bedtime stories
Katja Fox
the
sun behind
a dragonfly’s wings—
she prays for
peace
Katja Fox
air supremacy —
an aerial fandango
of
fierce cardinals
Leon Tefft
tumbleweeds roving
through cities that never were
views
never enjoyed
Leon Tefft
forest trail
an elk’s antlers
point
the way
Neena Singh
garden swing…
a lingering day
on
cloud nine
Neena Singh
the
lives we endure swirling tea leaves
Mona Bedi
how
slowly the night descends lullaby moon
Mona Bedi
spring
equinox
the time it takes to fall
out of love
Mona Bedi
in the red
nowhere to turn
from
a zero balance
Joanna Ashwell
the lost years
tightly packed away
out of sight
in case I crumble
beneath
the sorrow
Joanna Ashwell
no longer fitting
into my hometown
I wander around
unpacking the edges
of
loneliness
Joanna Ashwell
open door
just a slant of light
as
the sun sets
Eavonka Ettinger
the length
of kneading paws
my
catnap
Eavonka Ettinger
eucalyptus
shedding what's forgotten
Eavonka Ettinger
the muchness
of a rose garden
your
lips
Eavonka Ettinger
crashing thunder
doors bolted tight
against
ill omens
Stephanie Zepherelli
empty flower box
a mom and pop store
boarded
up
Stephanie Zepherelli
lonely path
looking for memories
i
never had
Stephanie Zepherelli
windy
day & night
I’m too tired to stay up
too anxious to
sleep
J. D. Nelson
she
gives me three words
to remember for the test
brush,
sunshine, & chair
J. D. Nelson
forgotten
coffee
no time to run back inside
before the bus comes
J.
D. Nelson
a rough day
I sit down
with
yesterday
Sharon Ferrante
calm night
I rest on a string
from
his guitar
Sharon Ferrante
I watch you
cut through smoke
changing
a small room
with
a saxophone
Sharon Ferrante
a flower does not talk
. . . and yet
this
fragrance
Robert Epstein
my shrinking life
I never did own
a
little black book
Robert Epstein
bee sting ––
I thought I knew you
better
than that
Robert Epstein
at home
snuggling in bed
with
the wrong book
Robert Epstein
old wooden bridge
how you keep me
hanging
on
Robert Epstein
spring wind
a bamboo hubbub
rubs
against the sky
Robert Witmer
a small boat
asleep in the waves
the
fisherman tracing stars
Robert Witmer
chiseled
from marble
the hand of a slave
Robert
Witmer
behind her eyes
so many rooms
a
breeze through rose curtains
Robert Witmer
broken mirror
a fractured self
stares
back
Nalini Shetty
city park
every bench has
its
own story
Nalini Shetty
Squinting
through pinholes in shoeboxes—
kindergarten
eclipse
M. R. Pelletier
Small talk—
he answers her questions
with one-word replies
M. R. Pelletier
sky in
the water
two moored boats
share the silence
Mile Lisica
I
close my eyes
to feel a little more
the depth of the sea
Mile Lisica
what is and isn’t the moon
behind stratocumulus clouds
Joshua St. Claire
end of greatness
winter
sun spent
among the hemlocks
Joshua St. Claire
tiny pebble
warmed by the memories
of
summer
C.X. Turner
morning sun
on a journey
of
becoming
C.X. Turner
