the
earth is still in
eight billion little pieces
after the
eclipse
J. D. Nelson
crows
in the windy matrix the half day moon just is
J. D. Nelson
I
tell the houseplants
that it’s a little hazy
second week
of spring
J. D. Nelson
on
the night bus disorienting window reflections
J. D. Nelson
orange
spring sunset
a snack of four clementines
on the bus ride
home
J. D. Nelson
dabbing
on my charcoal drawing
something of you
in
each contour
Arvinder Kaur
cold moon
one more silhouette
mingles
into fog
Arvinder Kaur
leaves drop
each one goes down
with
a dance
Arvinder Kaur
In the Pasture
I was in my mother's arms, the raindrops pounding on our black umbrella, just above my head. Her left arm around me, holding the umbrella as well. In her right hand she held a rope tied to the head of our cow.
on the rope
connecting us with the cow
rainbow raindrops
D. V. Rozic
a pair of doves
singing at my window —
calling
for seeds
Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
temptation
to look over the fence
spring
fever
Mircea Moldovan
two crows
they share a worm
countryside
life
Mircea Moldovan
in hand-spun gold
she eclipses the sun
noon
wedding
Rupa Anand
wedding rush
mother's beads
neatly
laid out
Rupa Anand
used poetry book
a skeleton leaf
on
a love poem
Alvin B. Cruz
writer's block
he stirs his cup
of
tea
Alvin B. Cruz
one road
upon another—
shoulders
to stand on
David Ngo
treasure the moment
if only I could message
yesterday's
self
David Ngo
life's journey seeks
to
fill the blanks
David Ngo
forest range
we wait
for
elephants' crossing
Govind Joshi
cricket season
this night
a
song
Govind Joshi
as
the fog lifts . . .
daffodils and dandelions
jump out
Susan
Lee Roberts
placid
lake
one kayak
and a string of ducklings
Susan Lee
Roberts
beech
canopy
the raindrops loud
on his hat
Mike Gallagher
the
fragrance
of a moonflower trumpets
a wren's night song
Mike
Gallagher
rolling
downhill
the peaty breath
of the mountain
Mike Gallagher
what
quiet
magpies
Adrian Bouter
nothing's changed
in his tool shed
spider
webs
Adrian Bouter
Longing
the
longing
to hug my little daughter—
waiting for next
visitation day
my
longing
to belong to an another world—
a sparrow's nest
a
bird on my windowsill—
my longing
to fly in the vast blue
sky
Ram Chandran
Swallows
blind date
new bird
on the wire
two birds flit
from tree to tree;
home shopping
getting takeout
while his wife watches the kids
he
gathers worms
Mark Hendrickson
sun kisses earth goodnight
an explosion of crimson
drenches the sky
children buried in rubble
cry
for food and for peace
Belinda Behne
far away
almost beyond memory
my
father's voice
Belinda Behne
out of the ashes
wild violets
bloom
Belinda Behne
losing the path
deep in the forest
I find myself
deep in the forest
losing myself
I find the path
losing the path
I find myself
deep
in the forest
Belinda Behne
two
exchanging glances over laptops
Starbucks
Joseph P. Wechselberger
snowmelt
the slow drip and pooling
of
fluid from the old car
Joseph P. Wechselberger
as if
he never existed
the
baby’s unmarked grave
Joseph P. Wechselberger
daydreaming
are
there cherry trees
in
heaven?
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
old photos
what's left of this meadow
this
blade of grass
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
garden
the
smallest lily
loses a petal
Anwitha Sudeep
behind
the clouds
a shriveled fish in the
eagle's beak
Anwitha
Sudeep
penguin love
he presents her
with
a shiny pebble
Nancy Brady
wildflower walk
along the trail they see
a
walking stick
Nancy Brady
brown bunny
the alliteration
in
its hop hop hop
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
soft
kiss
a morning brush
of sunlight
Suraja Menon
Roychowdhury
narcissus...
how
you force me
to look at you
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Hundred billion stars in the galaxy
peering
only at the Polaris.
Fhen M.
Eyeballs catching the Kingfisher
flying
from tree to tree.
Fhen M.
Stayed to see the sun disappear
to
watch my love: Lupus constellation.
Fhen M.
keyhole cobweb—
i
enter
the ancient cave
Yasir Farooq
rain shower
the wet fledglings
on
the swaying tree
Yasir Farooq
reaped harvest —
my teenager says hello
to
the homeless woman
Kelly Sargent
the
childhood I wish I had dandelion puff
Kelly Sargent
wild fig tree
bent seaward —
how I long
once more
to
long
Kelly Sargent
