Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Agarwal, Prateek
- Buckley, Thomas
- Drury, Ivo
- Edwards, David
- Erickson, J Divina
- Everett, Ian
- Franco Fatzinger, Ines
- Houlis, Allie
- Johnson, Dorothy
- Joy, Bernard
- Lebeau, Mary Delle
- Mccarthy, John
- Mcgavock, Ie
- Middleton, Kaylyn
- Nenadov, Mark
- Nesterova, Yuliya
- Oestreich, David
- Pella, Patricia
- Pless, Delia
- Rajamani, Ashok
- Ramser, Emily
- Ridgeway, Kevin
- Robbins, Doug
- Samuelson, Audrey
- Shackelford, Kelly
- Xu, Jessica
Kaylyn Middleton
the sun will blossom
precious golden lotus,
its petals engulfing its neighbors
Kaylyn Middleton
the ocean loves me
but is not IN love with me
and now the sun, too.
Ian Everett
Shrouded in blue
A breathless echo
Caressing my soul
Mark Nenadov
Under a Russian olive tree
blazing wintry beauty
hope mingled with fear.
J Divina Erickson
Starwrecked he searches
for a satellite
with familiar frequencies--
Jessica Xu
New life emerging
from the dry, barren ground
entering the world.
Jessica Xu
Swaying, Waving,
Green leaves swishing in the water,
In the still quiet.
Doug Robbins
Smiling Jack o lanterns wave to me.
Gums are bleeding.
Razor blades are lodged inside the candy apples.
Doug Robbins
Bearded man stands at my door.
His face is hardened by combat.
His stare is blank. He is my son.
Ivo Drury
his private thoughts
packed deep into red clay amphorae
safe storage through turbulent tides
Ivo Drury
May rain aftermath
sun through half-leafed trees
on coruscating stream
Ivo Drury
empty dresser drawer
redolent of grandmother
at the antiques show
David Edwards
Who can say what I am but I?
I am not needed... no one is.
If Caesar could die, so can I!
David Edwards
as insensately
as the inner workings of
a watch-- grass growing
David Edwards
tides cannot efface
footprints at the ocean�s end
some work�s left to wind
Doug Robbins
Tinsel shimmers on a Douglas Fur.
Ribbons fly and children smile.
That�s how Christmas used to be.
Ie Mcgavock
forty years of marriage
his heart still gently thrumming
as she comes through the door
Ie Mcgavock
wild flower posy in woven pannier
leather-strapped to handlebars
of single speed Raleigh
Prateek Agarwal
O mortal! Death has its wicked ways,
The hate you spread blossoms
While all your love decays...
Audrey Samuelson
They hold the child in place
And drill a hole into the back of his head
Flakes of sawdust on a filthy concrete floor
Patricia Pella
Velvet Elvis
the silence of dreams
that no longer fit
Patricia Pella
mission bells
ringing in succession
echoing amen
John McCarthy
spring fan blades turn
blowing dust off your picture
a ghost rising from the frame
John McCarthy
laying upside down
it�s raining flowers blooming
into a calm sun-stained ocean
John McCarthy
I want my name
to be in your mouth
like peanut butter stuck to its roof
Delia Pless
you knew I was mad
so I looked out the window
and I crossed my arms
Delia Pless
How it is now �
onions for dinner,
crying all the time.
Delia Pless
Today feels like a bathtub.
My watch says 9:47.
Of course I believe it.
Emily Ramser
flooding her mouth, under tongue
the dam�s shattered; goodbye peel
broken walls, rushing flavor tainted water
Emily Ramser
fabric sewn of petals,
and pollen, the dreams
of bees dancing in the breeze
David Oestreich
The ocean hums her moonlit lullaby,
rocks a stony cradle
with pale fingers.
David Oestreich
The sea carries hundreds of white flags
as its ranks advance, signals to shore
a truce it is already breaking.
David Oestreich
The tide repeats its timeless lesson
to the doltish shore�
a student who will only forget.
Dorothy Johnson
Reflections of life
mirrored on the surface glaze
what is underneath
Dorothy Johnson
Unasked unbidden we accept with grace
The gratitude offered
For gifts of love
Dorothy Johnson
Devils leave me tatteredand weary
I vow not to surrender
Angels will watch over me
Bernard Joy
only that which clings fears loss
an open hand is immortal;
the fist, just a ghost.
Ines Franco Fatzinger
Love is like candy
Sweetens the days of my life
No salty tears now
Allie Houlis
She lives within
a splattercolor wonderland
hides beauty alone
Allie Houlis
humans look just like
wasps from above. hurried,
violent, and mad
Allie Houlis
life is like writing
suicide doesn�t erase
it crosses out
Mary Delle LeBeau
orchid throat open
in pink glory
sighs in astonishment
Mary Delle LeBeau
puffin bird
lights on a rock
nestling begs
Kelly Shackelford
pink frosted delight
sugar explosion to mark
twenty-nine...again.
Kevin Ridgeway
At twenty, I sharpened knives
to bleed myself dry
At thirty, I dream of living light
Kevin Ridgeway
The beard brimmed over my chest, catching
everything as a memento
Clean shaven everything belongs to memory
Thomas Buckley
Forget-me-nots bloom
and wilt like watered memories
Plant forget-me-nows
Ashok Rajamani
nine mile stage
scorches and burns
piano remains so pain returns
Yuliya Nesterova
Hippocrates and humours
to MRIs and tumours;
but Euclid�s maths survive in class.
Yuliya Nesterova
After 3000 years
Still looking at the stars
But now from space