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Issue 16

POETS

ALDERMAN, SARAH E.
ANTEBI, DEBBI
BEATTIE, STEPHEN
BISHOP, DOUGLAS
BOEHM, ROSE MARY
BOOTH, LEA
CAMPBELL, COLIN
CORJESCU, DAN
CRUNKILTON, ADAM
DAVIES, WILLIAM
DENENBERG, RISA
DRURY, IVO
EDWARDS, DAVID
ERICKSON, J DIVINA
EVERETT, IAN
FERDON, JOEL
FRAZIER, DAVID
FRIEDENBERG, JAY
HUFFMAN, A.J.
KOLEVA, MARIYA
KOLP, LAURIE
LARKE, MAUDE
LEAVITT, ERIN
LUNDH, LENNART
MARSHALL, RICKEY
MAY, NANCY
MCGAVOCK, IE
MURPHY, MICKEY
NENADOV, MARK
PLOVNICK, ROSS
RAMSER, EMILY
ROBBINS, CLAY
RYCROFT, THOMAS
SAMUELSON, AUDREY
STEELE, CRAIG

Craig Steele



childhood playhouse --
flowers pierce gaps between boards,
chasing the sun




Mickey Murphy



Freewheeling secret
Inhabits my lifeblood
Release, transfuse, breathe.




Dan Corjescu



A circle of young friends
sleeping in the shade
fear and jealousy turning




Ian Everett



Indifferent to your plight
Night will come
As if you never were




Nancy May



A sky without clouds
Is an ocean without fish -
The storm rushes down




David Edwards



These streets are filled with
carrion and rusted nails
city in decline




Ivo Drury



influence persists
years of light
from a now-ghost star




Ivo Drury



the children blossoming
and the kitchen’s wooden floor
shoe-scraped to grey




Ross Plovnick



now the barber’s pole turns
out to be a memory
but you can book a haircut online




Sarah E. Alderman



Like the sugary costumed candy, you suck
Only when you reach the center
Do you realize, he was sour




Stephen Beattie



Discarded black dress
forms a full stop on bedroom floor:
tears run freely.




J Divina Erickson



Rejection: when metal moves away
from skin-- leaving scars or holes
where it has been.




J Divina Erickson



The room which was once
robin's egg blue is now
Vicodin white.




William Davies



Sheets on the line,
Bill Withers on the radio
Lightening bugs on the dusk.




David Frazier



Thunder claps,
Lighting flashes,
Hail stings and crashes.




Mariya Koleva



Alive comes nature
All despite the human race
Not ours to ruin




Mariya Koleva



Exasperation –
Insanity’s middle name
A bird in a bush




Erin Leavitt



I lose myself 
as I text you 
at the wheel




Maude Larke



OK, no more imposing
15th-century battlements and ramparts.
But a post office???




Emily Ramser



she drops the marbles,
they clink, rolling boulders of color
more treasure for hoarding




Emily Ramser



red smudges, cracks
from the identity
of her lips




Adam Crunkilton



the mid-summer breathes
a still moment
a view




Clay Robbins



Bodies may wither,
Minds may wane,
But spirit is everlasting.




Douglas Bishop



Clarity of mountain morning blue
Etched between pale sky and valley fog --
One thought let loose unaimed.




Colin Campbell



though now long withered
flower power lives on to
sow the seeds of change




Colin Campbell



tablets of stone lie
quiet in the dust - now the truth
might be somewhere online




Jay Friedenberg



those three words
she makes me say them
again




Lea Booth



sweltering night lit
by that bright cotton ball moon
velcroed to the sky




Lea Booth



Bare gray branches etched
into the blue winter sky -
wind carries crows' calls.




Ie Mcgavock



towers of grey-black cloud
waves wind-larruped to froth
ecstatic boy on the shore




Ie Mcgavock



flowers bow to the approaching bees
and ask that their burden
be lightened




Risa Denenberg



Daybreak slants these hills,
carves sharp-angled pyramids
of umber and ice.




Lennart Lundh



Sun coming up:
Now to the pages
yet unread.




Lennart Lundh



The vibrations of your body
hold me, touch me:
Still, amaze me.




Thomas Rycroft



a black cloud looming
just outside my window
the black dog has reared his head




Thomas Rycroft



a foggy sense of this old delirium
with nothing left in the pill box
I play a tune on a comb




Joel Ferdon



Shaved head, black, thick tattoos, and gay;
A young, vibrant woman competes with man:
Black leather biker boots, soft lips, dark eyes. 




Rose Mary Boehm



old eyes -
veil of failed vision
blurs wrinkles




Rickey Marshall



Birth
Busy
Burial




Colin Campbell



remember with thanks
when the beatles were young and
we trusted the banks




Audrey Samuelson



While she was distracted
He approached on velvet footsteps
Flashing a silver blade in the pale lamplight




A.J. Huffman



Dandelions blow.
Wind inside themselves. Dispelling
all rumors of false wilt.




A.J. Huffman



Leaning back, the sky
breaks. Twirls, swirls inward. Dancing
is the wind's true fantasy.




A.J. Huffman



Amazing moments
of clarity fill my mind.
Too bad my hand is mute.




Debbi Antebi



his untold story
begins to leak through
cracks of silence




Debbi Antebi



my childhood bedroom—
a kaleidoscope of memories
unfold on the cracked wallpaper




Debbi Antebi



forever chasing apologies
from the locked lips
of unrepentant men




Thomas Rycroft



freshly blown soap bubbles-
a rare sight
full moons at midday




Laurie Kolp



Atop the wintry tree
two songbirds sway in the wind-
wayward minstrels on stilts.




Mark Nenadov



Three lazily lingering lines
unfinished drafts dragged behind
swift shifting galloping years.