John Solt/USA

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after we met 

i turned

into a moth

approached the light

and burned up

you were worth it

ONAI Kotaro/Japan

No-tell hotel

As Sunday comes to close

I open the curtains in the south-facing room

From my chair

I can watch the no-tell hotel on the beach

Against a backdrop of darkness

Stirred by the heat

Misako Yarita/Japan

Distant Memory

Right now, I am strolling along the green sidewalks of Gaien Nishi Dori Avenue. I am 80 centimeters tall and proud of my long legs and pure white fur. I am called Borzoi, which means agile in Russian. However, I walk very slowly to keep up with my two males of the human animal followers. People say I'm proud, but I'm not like common dogs, so it's only natural. The memories that linger in my blood from my ancestors are vivid. I ran around in all directions chasing rabbits in the snowfield as far as the eye can see.I was also very good at zigzag running. I even competed with horses controlled by humans, and I could run long distances with ease. The sky and forests were big. I could see the frozen city of Petersburg in winter and the Neva River from the back of my eyes.

Chikae Taniguchi/Japan

The Bellybutton

Since having had that cord cut

I had to start being myself

Driven by the first breath

Breathing hard with all my might

I finally found my voice, and began to speak

I can’t expose my bellybutton to the public

John Smith/UK (England)

Summer Morning

(Reflection on 'Summer Evening' a sonnet by John Clare)

In the dew, footprints marked by silver jewels,

Lightfoot pads gently, raising paw to pose

boldly by the meadow's edge and views

the land and sniffs the breeze with wrinkled nose.

Below the pond the iris banks, plashed white and gold

half-hide the chicken coop, shut tight

Alan Doggett/England

A Day Out in London

I love a day out in London it’s not hard

With a one-day travel card

This will get me around without a fuss

By tube, train or bus

The first stop is Covent Garden for a coffee and a bun

And watch the street entertainers who are so much fun

David Birkett/England

Autumn Interim

The last, best embers

  Of the summer’s heat

     Are in September’s gift.

     A gentle, yellow thrift,

   Filtered by depleted

Trees. The air remembers.

NAMBARA Jushi/Japan

Citrus

We are very different, but not completely different,

It' s enough if we have a little bit something in common,

"Isn't this good?"

"Yes, it's very good!"

We peel a delicious citrus and say, "Wow, it's so sour!"

It'll be nice if we think each other's face is lovely.

Yuko Minamikawa Adams/United Kingdom

Avocados

Avocados

Your avocado is sanguine.

It believes it can ripen 

even in a cold room.

It cannot wait to be cut

and expose its flesh to you.

Yasushi Ikeda/Japan

Umbrella

Under an umbrella is a shade of silence.

Ease of no need to talk about trifles,

Free from the task to think about whatnot.

Receiving what comes from the sky,

And letting it fall softly,

Is this a kind of religious deed?