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Issue 15

POETS

ANTEBI, DEBBI
DANOWSKY, MARK
DAVIES, WILLIAM
DITTMAR, ERIC
EDWARDS, DAVID
EVANS, LEE
FRANCO FATZINGER, INES
FRANCO, ANTONIO
GIANFORCARO, ADAM
HARTWELL, RICHARD
HEMMINGS, KYLE
KALWAR, SANTOSH
KOLBET, MATT
LAGUZZA, ROBYN
LEBEAU, MARY DELLE
MAY, NANCY
NELSON, ERIC
NENADOV, MARK
NESTEROVA, YULIYA
OWENS, SCOTT
RAJAMANICKAM, VISHNU
SAMUELSON, AUDREY
SCANLON, RAY
SCHMIDT, WENDY
SPRAGUE, ADAM
STEELE, CRAIG
SUKHATHANKAR, HERAMB
TAYLOR HORN, L.M.
WATKINS, RHIANNON

Robyn Laguzza



How did the sonnet quilled by languorous fingers
become "I w 2 FK U!"
smashed out by spatulate thumbs?




Santosh Kalwar



I used to ride on small cute little bicycle
Now I am constantly thinking about that
I am putting this blame on:




L.M. Taylor Horn



The nightmare of the assult, plagued my soul.
Today, I’m impervious to haunting memories.
Smashing glass into rigid mountains, healed me.




Audrey Samuelson



As the needle breaks the skin
A red rose blooms
And wilts as I push down the plunger




L.M. Taylor Horn



Tumor lurking, burgeoning, my woman uterus.
Surgery, morphine, body crashing menopause.
Once, my body amorous, today, sadly neutered.




L.M. Taylor Horn



I loved your drama, sensational tension climactic.
Yours, distracted me from confronting my chaos.
Today, dancing with turmoil is foreign upon dawn.




Vishnu Rajamanickam



A century old statue
scraped head - sparrows
nest atop it now.




Kyle Hemmings



After she’s gone with a part of you,
Pigeons fly in formations
That spell your name.




Ines Franco Fatzinger



A song from the past
Reminds me of you, what was.
My heart aches no more




Eric Nelson



In spring some trees leaf out top down,
Some bottom up. By summer
It’s impossible to know which is which.




Debbi Antebi



grabbing my wrist
a tattooed name
I long to forget




Debbi Antebi



free-flowing words
now get stuck
in the grudges we hold




Debbi Antebi



memories of him
losing clarity and color
in the dusty corners of my mind




William Davies



She chortles
From her sunny perch
Seeable music.




Heramb Sukhathankar



Young leaves dance, happy and content.
Old ones fall down,
never to meet again.




Heramb Sukhathankar



Work is one,
thought is two,
together they stay only in a few.




Eric Nelson



The bird-filled woods became a new house
That never sold, the grass seed eaten
By birds, the straw carried off for nests.




Antonio Franco



Naked stick stands cold
Spring covers it with green leaves
Birds’ nest makes it bold




Scott Owens



after the light has died
the artist’s shadow remains
larger than life




Scott Owens



forgotten bookmark
holds pages on window ledge
the leaves have turned




Scott Owens



after the funeral
she sits beside the bed
empty of woe




Lee Evans



For fifty six years
You answered when I called you—
An echo today.




Lee Evans



Climb atop the ruins
Get to know your history
Build your life from there




Lee Evans



Declaration signed,
But you can’t fight City Hall:
New flag, same old mind.




Mark Danowsky



ink tree outlines cast
over pink-bellied gloaming—
eyes drawn back to LOST




Mark Danowsky



the fabled City Wolf
now a thing of fiction
another failure to coexist




Mark Danowsky



Department Theory
just the Facts
Other voices heard




Adam Sprague



Screens now flood our eyes
where rivers, mountains, and stars had been –
Mother Nature cries, abandoned.




Adam Gianforcaro



Cold coffins in icy fields.
Come May, a graveyard garden
for grandfathers in slumber.




Adam Gianforcaro



Evening cicadas sang with crickets,
an orchestra in our front lawns,
now silent and damp from the passing storm.




Mark Nenadov



Was it the stroke of 100 or so marching years
two explosions and a doomed race
with the city that painted this town?




Richard Hartwell



memories’ repast
fashion dictates difference
now looks worse than then




Richard Hartwell



past has never passed
it now lies in memories
lying to present




Nancy May



A cloudless morning
Anticipates a rain free
Active afternoon




Nancy May



White clouds caused chaos
In the morning yellow sun -
The horizon grieved




Matt Kolbet



Before I swallowed the evolving lie
I anchored myself, and when I speak
snakes and concrete burnish each word.




Wendy Schmidt



Hair and waists were missing.
Cheerleaders sluggish.
Twenty year reunion.




Wendy Schmidt



My Aunt Rose is dead.
Last hot flash of remembrance,
I ignite a box of tampons.




Wendy Schmidt



Resented freckles.
Repulsed by teenage spots.
Regarding wrinkles—I’d rather not.




Matt Kolbet



He turned into a brothel,
a man,
and an ad for milestone ashes.




Ray Scanlon



Naked trees reveal
flat-top houses, warship grey;
red and blue last year.




Yuliya Nesterova



The setting sun shines laterally
filling hearts with light
Without minds casting a shadow




Rhiannon Watkins



Do not fear mistakes early on.
The wise learn from the past,
To make better decisions now.




Mary Delle LeBeau



caterpillar on passion flower
winter calls spring
chrysalis cracks into butterfly




Mary Delle LeBeau



untie the choking chords of youth
black into ash and flee
into the possibility of you




Eric Dittmar



The losing your glasses paradox
Is much worse when it’s your mind
You forget both how to look and what you’ll find




David Edwards



blossoms that would not
be apples then are now but
briefly butterflies




David Edwards



a ruined statue
is the past... and the present
an unfinished one




David Edwards



The "Past" is mostly
reminiscence of that which
truly never was




Craig Steele



daughter’s school photo --
my late mother’s smile
echoes beyond the frame