Richa Sharma

      cold saturday i thank him for nothing * mother’s house where i was born still moonlit * anniversary the missing years in our collage * where wildflowers are caretakers unvisited house * childless spring in my parking space an abandoned...

Emily Jo Scalzo

      camera obscura peels back layers of fossil a quest for answers * tree buds blossom fragrance permeates the air wash away the gray * the blowhards posture hiding behind platitudes spewing vitriol * sole crime: running yet the punishment was death...

Samo Kreutz

      Haiku morning fog still recognizable children’s laughter * winter begins no place in my notebook for revised resolutions * first snow her hair shines in a new colour     Samo Kreutz lives in Ljubljana, Slovenia. Besides haiku...

Kamrun Nahar

      Manipulation the song of silence can demolish thousands springs Today I tell a story about a young girl who was very skittish in her childhood . Couldn’t seat a single place for a minute, couldn’t remain few seconds silence without...

Mona Bedi

      Four Haiku * a date with myself inside the fortune cookie a love note * migraine… the storm fails to subside * museum tour my husband lingers at the kamasutra painting * renovation I refuse to remove the pigeon’s nest    ...

Cheng Tim Tim

    Hi, you. Mouth slightly open to the sight of dandelion: why’d you shove it in? Bitter lion teeth, breathtakingly ticklish, seed in a wrong bed.     Cheng Tim Tim is a teacher and a poet born in Hong Kong to a Hokkien family. Her poems have been...