Roses are swaying.
A voiceless insect trembles
in the fragrance.

 

                       Ljubomir Dragovic
                      Sibenik, Croatia

great back then
but years have diminished it—
my first haiku

                       J.D. Heskin
                       Duluth, Minnesota

morning on the road—
a young birch tree
emerges from the mist

 

                     Jasminka Nadaskic Djordjevic  
                     Smederevo, Serbia

 

 

My place is my place
with only me to define it.
The doors, such as they are,
open to my friends.
The rooms feel empty
and the walls sing.
Me in the middle.

                     Charlie Rossiter
                     Oak Park, Illinois