Issue 13

Lee Evans

Winter Olympics— Downhill on the frozen snow, A dry leaf coasting

Lee Evans

Just take what you need And leave the rest on the shore The incessant river

Debbi Antebi

cigarette break she inhales the smoke exhales her problems

Debbi Antebi

a pebble in my shoe– the conversation I wish we didn’t have

Richard Shiers

She has power over all of us but she chose me

Richard Shiers

She wanted my heart But it belonged In someone else’s chest

Yuliya Nesterova

Time reading poetry, Classic to Modern – Rhythm conquers rhyme.

Petra Michael

Fight on the U-Bahn. A quiet ride home derailed. My heart is beating.

Connor Wilson

I sometimes drift I won’t apologize and it’s all right

Adam Crunkilton

Growing on the hedge and the flower, between thought and memory, there is liberation.

Debbi Antebi

the hands of the watch still crawling on his lifeless wrist

Patricia Pella

desert rain softening jagged edges running like watered silk

Patricia Pella

forgotten party dress faded with regret we never went salsa dancing

Patricia Pella

we stand in the same rain my face raised for the blessing yours lowered for protection

Jill Leo

Walking with your words Through blackness and bitterness Give me back myself

Jill Leo

Oh liberation Broken shackles and spirit Lay at dirty feet

Ian Everett

The rust on a nail a worm in the oak ... Grass in the shade or a mile not quite run... A smile never seen and the songs left unsung ...

Robert Howell

I left the light on, in hopes that you would return. It burned out last night.

Sarah E. Alderman

Look around your world, rid yourself of its waste What holds you in place, is keeping you down Poems written down will be your road map out

Sydney Nyberg

My heart ran off one dark night, And the following day, I had such a fright To find that I had lost my life.

Lauren Clarke

You are a swallow, returning home I cannot fix your broken feathers, Or hollow bones.

Ivo Drury

the cricket merrily sings as the branch whisks him downstream

Ivo Drury

after the rainstorm dense branches droop downward tresses drying in the sun

Stephen Leslie

Dead soldiers rise Go for a beer War games

Bernard Joy

know that this is a koan and rest in the quietude behind every answer where is beauty, right now

Ie Mcgavock

the art to simplicity is accepting its complexity

Ie Mcgavock

clematis frayed trellis cold-clotted earth in worn terracotta weak sunlight through young willow

Prateek Agarwal

On that kid’s wrist is strapped The world’s most accurate watch With a sticker for a dial which says ’Now’.

Dan Corjescu

I was certain I was in love I was not young Dark birds eat out my heart

Dan Corjescu

The Seminar was a fine home The only home I ever knew Old books stretch mockingly over my shoulder

Andy Simmons

On the 4th of July, the fireworks are open arms reaching across all seas.

Andy Simmons

The green vine under the bridge is the hand that lifts the drenched bee from the pathway of the Styx.

Andy Simmons

Only does the dog know know why I follow the tossing sun obediently.

Gia Da Vinci

i wrote you in a poem, shaped you through my words, & kissed your cursive curves

Ali Znaidi

sirocco gusted roses’ corpses everywhere Summer was crowned king

Ali Znaidi

Roses shedding tears. Scents of spring vanished in the sky. Bye, Donna Summer!

Ali Znaidi

thunder loudly roars deafening noise splits the ears buzzing buzzing bees

Michael Ratcliffe

The dentist drills and roots, and all I can think of are Amsterdam and Venice.

David Edwards

a flower not seen clip a twig from the fragrance nostrils replace eyes

Audrey Samuelson

To reach the safety of the cabin One must cross A very rickety bridge

Matt Hemmerich

your apparition, purple and wet, sweeps through the town’s autumn arboretum

Audrey Samuelson

I stand before him a stranger All those memories lost to the disease He is still my father but I am no longer his son

William F. Koji

August Queen Anne’s Lace Blooming with a Jewel

Stephen Pohl

Naked trees lie entangled on a blanket of snow felled by winds of passion

Kaylyn Middleton

Pale petals, fallen Unpinned, unhinged, unhoused Wayward ghosts

Ryan Buresh

With nothing to challenge the eye, Men make mountains Where there were none before.

Maude Larke

She lowers her eyes to block my existence. I’m apparently a stalker.

Betty Houle

crystal snowflakes fly whirlwind sharp-edged white dressing fall-brown earth

Betty Houle

in love and on fire wearing the other like skin flaming inferno

Sara Bickley

The trees are typing again, and littering the floor with their rough drafts of winter.