Author: Max Verhart | sax solo
of his eyes
only the white
|
Author: Judit Vihar | behind an old hut
I drink from the well
of the Past. |
Author: Ernesto P. Santiago | nowhere
to go—the old guitar,
and rain song |
Author: Rosa Clement | orange harvest
the passing train takes
the sweet scent |
Author: Ken Jones | Too much grief
quietly I oil and sharpen
the old chainsaw |
Author: Massih Talebian | a morning glory
covered with spider’s web
one or two fly wings too |
Author: Zoe Savina | like an unexpected
leafage, your tongue
encircles me |
Author: Kala Ramesh | dense fog . . .
I dream walk
my sense of I |
Author: Thorvald Berthelsen | The coot careful
as if tomorrow is sane.
Ripples in a pond |
Author: Saša Važić | winter evening
a voice greeting a neighbor
sounds like my own |
Author: Beverley George | Anzac Day
a baby’s cry fills
our minute’s silence |
Author: Lyn Reeves | afternoon beach
the young lovers cast
a single shadow |
Author: Jean Antonini | Work on the page:
ink, white, erasures, copy, words.
Quick, quick, go and pee. |
Author: Norman Darlington | after the rain:
the river
its weight |
Author: Ludmila Balabanova | clock tower
here the wind
never stops |
Author: Helga Härle | between the echoes
of our voices
our voices |
Author: Sandra Simpson | pioneer cemetery
here and there a name
faces heaven |
Author: Magdalena Dale | Fierce blizzard
frozen flowers on the glass . . .
your hot breath |
Author: David Cobb | Cenotaph
a plane tree leaf falling
on a muffled drum |
Author: Branka Vojinović-Jegdić | over the yard
intertwined fragrances of
the grill and cherry
|
Author: Rafał Zabratyński | twilight
the shadows
overshadowed |
Author: Luca Cenisi | convalescence:
on my fingers the smell
of tangerines |
Author: Adjei Agyei-Baah | roasting sun
the egret's measured steps
in buffalo shadow |
Author: Palmira (Susana Benet) | Behind the procession,
the scent of the flowers
crushed underfoot |
Author: Amélie Olaiz | The buzzards,
from the antenna, watch
the sunset |
Author: Terry Ann Carter | breakfast
in bed
your raisin cinnamon kiss |
Author: Jim Kacian | the river
the river makes
of the moon
|
Author: Klaus-Dieter Wirth | dreary afternoon
a carp in the park pond snaps
at a speck of sun |
Author: Đurđa (Djurdja) Vukelić-Rožić | off the stone
drop by drop the sea returns
to the sea |
Author: Alexey Andreev | a shooting star —
no time for a wish,
only her name |