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Deborah Karl-Brandt
The Peace of Winter
With every book I sell, with every piece of clothing I give away, with every one of my old toys I bury deep into the trash bin, I feel a bone deep tiredness creeping into my soul. I know, I know, I have to let go. But please tell me, my dear, can you miss a place where you still live? Yes or no?
moving out
before settling in
the hermit crab
Deborah Karl-Brandt, *1981, lives in Sinzig with her husband, two rabbits and numerous books. Her poems have been widely published, earned her some honorable mentions and the 2nd place in the 2021 Pula Film Festival Haiku Contest.
Anthony Lusardi
winter sunset— how he says “young” after telling his long age Anthony Lusardi lives in Rockaway, NJ, where he works with the night crew at a Costco store. His poetry has been published in various prints, including Modern Haiku, The...
Daya Bhat
* first rain- puddling up to gather the sky * midnight parade on my wall, insomniac car lights * still holding her own among the who’s who - crescent moon Daya Bhat from Bangalore, India enjoys writing free verse and short form...
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 tricycle *...