cloud
spotting my troubles shifting shape
Nicola Schaum
sensory extension
the deaf cat sees, I listen
summer
rain
Nicola Schaum
termite tango
drifting wings
glisten
at dusk
Nicola Schaum
cloud
spotting my troubles shifting shape
Nicola Schaum
sensory extension
the deaf cat sees, I listen
summer
rain
Nicola Schaum
termite tango
drifting wings
glisten
at dusk
Nicola Schaum
The sound of the harp
in the heart of a forest
invigorates me
relieving my mind with grace
providing
peace to my soul
Olivia Sitlub
from the brush
a rabbit with a torn ear
evening
chill
Wilda Morris
translucent windows
of an old house
cicada
skin
Wilda Morris
cutting
his own hair
the boy
still in my son
Tony Williams
desire
path
the scent of something
that isn’t here
Tony
Williams
quieter
the
path
between the trees
Tony Williams
late arrival
mum joins the family
grave
John Hawkhead
schoolyard teams
the last one picked
the
first to die
John Hawkhead
eggs fried
crisp around the edges …
learning
to say no
Joseph P. Wechselberger
tasting the moon—
the way your eyes look
looking
at me
Joseph P. Wechselberger
a phone number written
inside an old matchbook …
yard
sale sport coat
Joseph P. Wechselberger
the smell of fresh-baked pie
a game of checkers
on
the front porch
Joseph P. Wechselberger
crushed sun hat
mosaics
form
a point
Jerome Berglund
down the aisle
bird sanctuary
Jerome Berglund
red truck
driving away
my
midlife crisis
Jharna Sanyal
birds at dusk ...
so much to say
to
each other
Jharna Sanyal
limitless—
a toddler's
whys
Jennifer Gurney
souvenir
of a springtime hike—
muddy
boots
Jennifer Gurney
breathing life
into winter...
spring
Jennifer Gurney
solar eclipse
from the woods
sound
of crickets
John J. Dunphy
church fire
its steeple bell rung by
fire
hose water
John J. Dunphy
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