Sunset tears - John Kasaipwalova

The dancing wavetops poke their tongues
Laughing to cry their sadness
They swell to catch the painted sky
They bend to summon the blackness of the ocean depths
Always dancing, turning crisping fall and slide

Sea Turtle Sonnet - Zeina Hashem Beck

Our parents stayed during the civil war.
Don’t say we escaped, just that we too failed.
We left Beirut on the verge of collapse
& revolution. That clearing of hope,
where would we be without it? Ask Ziad,

Home - Pio Manoa

Beneath that tree is buried
the lifecord.
The energy that pulses
through that trunk,
up into those branches
is within us too
by a power of exchange,
of life-sharing…

Hope - Edith Södergran

I want to let go -
so I don't give a damn about fine writing,
I'm rolling my sleeves up.

Why does my lover rage - Moses ibn Ezra

Why does my lover rage and tyrannize me,
      While my heart
            Bends like a reed to him?

Dedication - Bala S.K. Saho

As long as I live
I will sing my mother’s song
With her old broom
That kept our yard forever clean

The Empty Chair that Hugs Your Breath - H.MAR

The chair is still warm,
although you vanished yesterday.
Even the sky is guilty:
why will the pillow not own up to its loss?

Keys of the Better Place - Heritier

Before this distraction
Life was a simple word to describe
We were used to mingling with different people from different cultures and races.

Blindman's Bluff - Victor D. Questel

i
Ash Wednesday
and
No one goes for cane
in this island anymore.

Blissful valley: Bumthang - Kuenzang Dorji

in the southern chumey entrance
hello the swaying fagopyrum
in the eastern ura leasow
defy not the dance of yekos