Sunrise after sunrise, a precious totem illuminated under western skies.
delicate balances
a sense of urgency
in a large space
Gary Hittmeyer
tiny haibun
Solitude
On the road there is only an ageless man with the hands marked by illness. He is sitting on the sidewalk close to the traffic lights.
rain –
the bowl of a beggar
overflows
Antonio Mangiameli
ALICE IN CORONALALALAND
…..remember…..what the dormouse said…..
dawn
life’s
avatar
Helen Buckingham
N.T.
the tide is ebbing. time for the old sailor to express the transience and emptiness of it all in a single breath. a final, salty breath.
ocean wind –
the wings of an albatross
become a flute
Stephen Toft
Angelfest
stock up now with a small long sleeved white nightie a coil of wire and a liberal amount of tinsel
darkening sky
the way a feather sinks
touches the earth unseen
Diana Webb
Come Back Alice
Ginkgo trees Pic courtesy: Costfoto / Barcroft Media / Getty
(N. T.)
All I learned from these endless debates about climate change and how to deal with it is the odd word “whataboutism”.
at the crossroad
of our illusions
a spit of snow
Eva Limbach
Unfolding
She dips into that flower, so much so, it’s self-watering.
the taste of smooth pink mysteries
Peter Jastermsky
Heard, Not Heard
It’s never mentioned. The sounds it picks up, invisible, in plain sight.
lost in translation
van gogh’s
other ear
Peter Jastermsky
Identities
This time, he used vinegar, certain that its acidity would clear his vision.
“not my mirror!”
wearing thin
regrettable creatures
Peter Jastermsky
