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Issue 1

POETS

ANDERSON, C.B.
BAINBRIDGE, JIM
BEECH, AJA
CONNAUGHTON, SUE ANN
DAMM, STEVE
FERDON, JOEL
FOX, HUGH
GOOD, HOWIE
GREENBAUM-MAYA, KAREN
HEMMINGS, KYLE
HIGGINS, ED
HOLMES, TOM
HUFFER, GAIL
IUPPA, M.J.
LAWLESS, LAURA
MOORE, JENNIFER
MURDOCK, FRANKLIN
MURPHY, CHRISTINA
NGO, DEBORAH
SCANLON, RAY
SCHMIDT, WENDY
SCHWARTZ, PETER
SCOTT, NANCY
SHEAHAN, TIM
TOMALOFF, DAVID
VITORIA, HELEN
WISELY, DALE

Gail Huffer



Precious, dazzling love
Each time so fresh and new
Come again, and welcome.




Gail Huffer



Bounce the psychedelic ball
Inhale the joy and wonder
Recalling spent days of youth.




Howie Good



Why hurry to finish?
Heavy-set Russians
linger in the shadows.




Ray Scanlon



In ghetto Walmart
three hundred ceiling spy cams
fail to prevent crime.




David Tomaloff



seven seconds later
the lights came back on—
not that anyone was counting




David Tomaloff



arms stretched out
like oceans—luring
sailors to early graves




Jennifer Moore



Bees slow, wings grow still,
honeyed sunset dripping gold.
Traffic buzzes on




Jennifer Moore



Floating condoms bloom -
white water lilies waiting
for tadpoles in flow




Jennifer Moore



Stripped landscape stretches,
standing stones loom like fingers
thrusting through blanched earth




Aja Beech



The One is the creation
not the creator,
the One is what has become.




Aja Beech



You flow through my art-
eries, bringing in new air
circulating love.




Sue Ann Connaughton



Softly speaking stranger
please intrude
upon my noisy world.




Tom Holmes



Art is born
at the mouth of the cave
within the refuse.




Tom Holmes



The rippled moon
on the lake’s face –
self-contained laughter.




Ed Higgins



My son--
The mirror image
of my faults




Ed Higgins



noon’s yellow sun
line-dried towels
rubbing her shoulders




Joel Ferdon



Tangled before dawn.
Scant curl on my pillow.
We must wake again.




Hugh Fox



Ten androgyneless years, the cancer spreading out
everywhere now, my M.D. wife slowly becoming
the best Czech mom- grandma I ever had.




Christina Murphy



gingko leaves in fall
their golden wrinkled faces
know the loss of spring




Christina Murphy



jealous hearts do know
the strategy of revenge
is brighter than fire




Christina Murphy



the desert heat is
a fierce void of nothingness
veiled by mirages




Tim Sheahan



the sound of silence
like the beating of a drum
echoes in my head




C.B. Anderson



Just because you didn’t pay
to join the legion of the living
doesn’t mean there’s not a cost.




C.B. Anderson



Every manifestation of rain --
snow, sleet, hail, fog, or tears --
is a watered-down version of pain.




Kyle Hemmings



We, the children of canned sunlight,
crumble under makeshift churches,
melt in the lap of our waxen mothers.




Kyle Hemmings



My dead grandmother’s voice.
"A boy once kissed me."
I grew light as a ghost.




Kyle Hemmings



The shrink says:
What’s on your mind?
It’s raining bullshit, I say.




Joel Ferdon



Lipstick print around
My cigarette. Peach blossom
Descent through the wind.




Jim Bainbridge



rumpled sheets
perfumed with odors of love—
visiting newlyweds




M.J. Iuppa



Doubt becomes a broom,
sweeping decisions
into a dusty corner.




M.J. Iuppa



Difficult day
pretending not to notice
sixty candles




M.J. Iuppa



dark earth smells~
soft bed of pine needles,
sound of spring rain, falling.




David Tomaloff



time placed between
two parked cars—
ducking in for a kiss




Karen Greenbaum-Maya



wedding in the park
honeysuckle in their hair
spike heels sunk in dust




Karen Greenbaum-Maya



keeps us in view
young rabbit’s wide eye
coyote scat




Karen Greenbaum-Maya



finches at work
snow-globe of oak branches
dead leaves fall




Franklin Murdock



I like
to shake hands
with strange doors.




Franklin Murdock



Mechanisms
are all that is left of something
once beautiful.




Peter Schwartz



we aged & not like love would’ve
how invalid & wanting
how sadly perfect




Wendy Schmidt



The waters recede.
Our land torn with mud and tears.
Cherished voices stilled.




Dale Wisely



All survivors in the tri-county area
are required to travel on foot to the Stadium
to confide their last secrets to the blind




Laura Lawless



raindrops--
his last kiss
goodbye.




Steve Damm



Timepilot - with no perspective, no horizon is real.
All grows, and rusts in memory fisted controls,
painting a backhand dance in marble.




Nancy Scott



Fragrance of lilac recalled
another place─Montparnasse—
where she fell in love that spring.




Nancy Scott



From the train, he spotted wild iris
and larkspur, red-cheeked girls
toting baskets of peaches.




Nancy Scott



I lay awake picturing you
stooping to cut daffodils
and arranging them in the blue glass.




Helen Vitoria



the storm thickens
I drive to you
till I fall away




Howie Good



A crumpled napkin
was all Degas needed
to do a sky.




Deborah Ngo



Flames destroyed all
Memories now burnt and gone...
Her lips pyro red




Steve Damm



These fences I am hopping
hold surprise in their signs.
I reckon no consequence.