Trees of Life by Laurence Overmire

Art
is a seed
when well-planted

Brings forth the rarest fruit
of red revelation
and tart understanding.


Laurence Overmire, OR, USA

In Full Bloom by Sandy Sue Benitez

He told me
I was a calla in full bloom
trapped inside a paper vase.

I wasn't sure what to say
so I smiled politely
and walked away. Towards the lilacs.

They offered me water
for parched eyes.

I was home now
but the walls needed to be scrubbed.
The rudeness of time
had changed them from purple
to grey.

And he was a thorn I would pull
when the pain was gone
leaving me numb
from the heart down.


Sandy Hiss, Wyoming, USA

Two haiku by Christine Bruness

Stormy evening
lighting a dozen candles
for an ancient flame.

watching the candle
struggle against the draft...
suddenly darkness


Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA

Remains of the Day by Pete Lee

I lit a candle,
knelt before it,

left it burning
like hope...

returned at the
end of the day

to the ashes
of my house.


Pete Lee, California, USA

Our Time by Kirsten Anderson

The guide led us down the narrow lane
Of cobblestones sharp and uneven.

We emerged in the ancestral courtyard
Where under the diffuse northern light,

A verdigris-covered sundial foretold
The hour of our deaths.


Kirsten Anderson, California, USA

haiku by Pete Lee

air show: a baby
carriage parked on the tarmac,
next to the bomber


Pete Lee, California, USA