Anne Fox

woodpecker poem…

the clickety-clack

of his old typewriter

—Anne Fox

Oscar Luparia

licking a stamp

the flavor

of nostalgia

—Oscar Luparia

homemade bread

a handful of sesame seeds

for the sparrows

—Oscar Luparia

By Miriam Sagan

thunderclap—

the ghost of my cat 

hits the bed

—Miriam Sagan

Elliot Diamond

icecaps

with sprinkles

sweating

—Elliot Diamond

László Aranyi

dirty spider's web

the creeping hourglass

etched in all of us

—László Aranyi

Mishti Choudhury

keeping an eye

on me

this moon

—Mishti Choudhury

Shine on, a haibun by David Ngo

Shine on

Amid the rhythm of machines in the ICU, you ride the relentless tide of a stroke, each breath straining to fill your fading lungs—all for one thought: the uncertain future of those left behind. 

    twilight...

    the fading flicker

    of a spark 

(in memoriam, my late mother Ling Boey King, 1936-2025)

—David Ngo