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Issue 19

POETS

ALVAREZ, MIKE
ANDERSON, AMY
ANTEBI, DEBBI
BERZA, APRIL MAE
BROWN, AUTUMN
CHRISTINA, MARTHA
CLARKE, LAUREN
DAVID, INGRID
DRURY, IVO
EDWARDS, DAVID
EICKMEYER, CAMERON
ELLMAN, NEIL
EVANS, LEE
FRIEDENBERG, JAY
HARRIS, HEATHER
HUFFMAN, A.J.
JOO, JUNGMIN
K, PADMINI
KALWAR, SANTOSH
KELLER, CHRISTOPHER
KOJI, WILLIAM F.
MAY, NANCY
MCGAVOCK, IE
MCNABB, FIONA
MELTON, BILL
MINARD, JAMES
NORTON, GERRY
PEDRAZA, MIGUEL
PETRAS, ROBERT
RB, JOEY
ROBBINS, DOUG
ROSKE, VANESSA
S., PREETI
SAMUELSON, AUDREY
SCHMITT, ELISABETH
SINGH, RAM KRISHNA
STEELE, CRAIG
WALLACE, AUSTIN
WESTON, JOANNA M.
WILSON, JULIET
XU, JESSICA
ZNAIDI, ALI

Miguel Pedraza



Church bells ring in the gallows
taunting of a far away God.
Lives extinguish in waiting.




Doug Robbins



Candle lit tonsils
Grinning orange gourd
Witches sabbath




Martha Christina



a cage with a tiny trapeze
a bill to ring for company
three reasons not to sing.




Martha Christina



rick rack
of white caps, stitched
against the blue-grey sea




Ivo Drury



giant green combines
sail seas of wheat
under the Harvest Moon




Martha Christina



daring jumping spider
on the chair back, its quick
movement prompts my own




Bill Melton



We soil our own nests
And doom the planet to death
The birds know better




Ie Mcgavock



the wave first, then the foam
little soap bubbles
cleansing the sand




Padmini K



A delicate white intruder
among fine greenery
A blossoming rose




Autumn Brown



A heart heavy
filled to the top
like a freshly planted pot




Juliet Wilson



snowflakes pile up
on the windowsill
second cup of tea




Juliet Wilson



a funeral pyre
on an empty beach at dusk -
caged birds are freed.




David Edwards



Life is a bead of
dew upon a rose petal
sun breaking through clouds




Nancy May



Ice catches raindrops
Elegantly dancing in
Cold waking morning




Amy Anderson



potted mum cold-burnt
clump in dim garage never
planted in autumn




Amy Anderson



pyramid of dead
blown up against window low
some of fall’s leavings




Elisabeth Schmitt



Old worn table
Tattooed by the hands
of strangers




Doug Robbins



oozing wax down the wick of a naughty candle
fluids are released
Sensual candle burning bright.




Austin Wallace



Anne watches sadly
as pink cherry blossoms fall
apart in her hands




Gerry Norton



My skin smashes
odium like daisies
in the grass




Debbi Antebi



emptying his dreams
into wine glasses
with a shaky hand




Cameron Eickmeyer



Editing a poem is like
picking a scab to see if
the wound still bleeds




Preeti S.



Gliding loneliness
Untouched unheard truth
Forgiving all sins




Ram Krishna Singh



wintry morning sun
lost in a layer of fog
shells of broken eggs




Ingrid David



Happiness of wedding bells
Sadness as the gavel splits it apart
Choices of the human heart




Lee Evans



Seen through the surface
Flat rocks watery sunshine
Tadpoles meditate




William F. Koji



Gold finches fly
Like flowers in the wind
Chaos in flight




William F. Koji



The day lilies bend
In the wind and fall
They can’t get up




Jungmin Joo



watching the raindrops
knocking on the windowpane
sipping on a cup of white tea




Vanessa Roske



broad boughs leaning low
something age-blurred carved in bark
old swing creaks in breeze




Ali Znaidi



a giant palm leaf
was tickled pink by the wind
a slithering snake




Ali Znaidi



a black cloud swaying
a crow on a black barrel
long-distance flirting




Joey Rb



idealism-
the star is still there
after it has died




Robert Petras



Eternal one-night stand,
she remembered her Herpes,
Greek god of swift love.




Audrey Samuelson



The melody of clinking teacups
The aroma of cigar smoke
All heavy and swirling




Joanna M. Weston



New Year’s Day
I’m planning
his funeral




April Mae Berza



dewdrops are tears
of the gods, frozen
in a leaf.




A.J. Huffman



Exhaustion lingers.
Day. Night. Week. Year. Still. Always.
I bleed for solace.




Christopher Keller



The tide is blood-red
on the green, the rain comes hard
and I start to swing.




Mike Alvarez



a mother in tears ...
her jade elephant
shattered




James Minard



Like a handful of water
I feel you slipping from my grasp,
one drop at a time.




Jessica Xu



The birds sang in unison
The sweet, joyful tune
Rang out from the trees.




Heather Harris



It was the shift she found frightening
the quickness of the smile’s fade
his recoil, as instant as the impact.




Craig Steele



home...work...home...
no escaping the darkness ―
winter workday




James Minard



As I close my eyes to sleep
I know I will not be the same
person when I open them again.




Santosh Kalwar



She started crying
Incessant pain
With a ruby pink tulip in my hand




Jay Friedenberg



in the shade
of the old stone wall
this last patch of winter




Fiona McNabb



I make myself. Like underwater
baskets, I am woven slow
by hand, from coils of swimming serpents.




Lauren Clarke



Our toothbrushes entwine like lovers
i need to buy
new toothpaste




Neil Ellman



Trouble in paradise—
crowds gather at the capitol
angels think.