Originally posted on Rooted in Love: This world I live in… in each of its corners I smell the fragrance of her skin

Originally posted on Vento del giorno: Gary Walton My poem on the new number of Femkumag. low tide – not even a message on my cellphone – Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/f4c0ea_4aec585388884daaac2f84751c22c12b.pdf?fbclid=IwAR2pLKTccvvYgz1_A9BiIUsyYNLhxtmfVwpnv0pcgXoryx1GwPY4hpY3IsQ ?

Originally posted on dVerse: Nostalgic picnics on the weekend with the family. Mum packed the food; in a rattan hamper, lined with a satiny blue cloth, it had special compartments and loops for plates and cutlery. Dad drove the car; heading to the beach or waterfalls, a picnic was not complete without that hamper. breeze-kissed…

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 四月の朝てのひらは水を信じて　　宮崎斗士 shigatsu no asa tenohira wa mizu o shinjite             April morning             my palms believe             water                                                 Toshi Miyazaki from “Sonna Ao” (That Kind of Blue), haiku collection of Toshi Miyazaki, Rikka Shorin, Tokyo 2014

Originally posted on Martha Magenta: ? ? mastectomy I test the firmness of a honeydew ? Lothario never a rose without a prick ? FemkuMag, An e-zine of Women’s Haiku, April 2019, issue eleven https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/f4c0ea_4aec585388884daaac2f84751c22c12b.pdf

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: budding oak branch . . . grasp of the crow’s black feet ? by Dominque Galiano (USA) ?