house sparrows
chirping from beam to beam
of
the morning sun
Suraj Nanu
Behind the Curtain
phone
call
the stranger says
a familiar name
out for
fresh air
on the wet asphalt
a dying
worm
feel-good-tea
her birthday package
remains
unopened
some things I will never know
did
she really liked white roses?
one last time looking up her
name in the address book
the woman
who wasn't my
grandmother
someone sends his
condolences
Deborah Karl-Brandt
The late summer rain
never calls, never writes, gets
visit
over with.
Chad Parenteau
coffee
and donuts
as i police
the sunrise
Scott F. Parker
where
we are—
beyond us
only fog
Scott F. Parker
dead of night
an octopus turns off the valve
on
the gas pipeline
Eugeniusz Zacharski
under the streetlight
two moths
dance
away the night
Marjolein
Rotsteeg
holiday abroad
a stray cat looking like mine
wants
to make friends
Marjolein Rotsteeg
forest
bathing I slowly become a tree
Mona Bedi
blinking
cursor —
the things I leave
unsaid
Mona Bedi
in
pursuit
of a butterfly
my whole life
Tony Williams
thistle
it’s
obvious
you don’t want a hug
Tony Williams
Anthropocene
the
hard-edged debate
on plastic rock
Pravat Kumar Padhy
forest
poem a child rhymes green and green
Pravat Kumar Padhy
do we remember
hot summers and cold winters
from our childhood?
talking about rain or shine
isn’t
like it used to be
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont