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Issue 2

POETS

AHM, SARAH
ANTEBI, DEBBI
BLOOM, GARY
CARFAGNO, JOSEPH
CONNAUGHTON, SUE ANN
ELLMAN, NEIL
FARIES, JOANNE
FERDON, JOEL
GOOD, HOWIE
HARTWELL, RICHARD
KANE, J
LARKE, MAUDE
LARKE, MAUDE
MACLEAN, J.S.
MCBRIDE, LAUREN
MCCOOL, MICHAEL
MULLER, ERIC
NGO, DEBORAH
PETRAS, ROBERT
POITEVIN, PEDRO
RAGSDALE, RUSSELL
SAMERKHANOVA, FARIDA
ST. PIERRE, PAT
STALLINGS, BREE
TOMALOFF, DAVID
VALVIS, JAMES
WELSH, JAMES
WILCOX, DANIEL
WISELY, DALE

Russell Ragsdale



a cold, wet army...
dreary footsoldiers of rain
overcome my day




Joel Ferdon



Tiny dancers on
Flatbed wings. Promissory
Notes held up in court.




Dale Wisely



Finally, they decided to stop arguing
about the existence of God and argue instead
about the existence of the upright bass.




James Valvis



Aging: right now youíre as old
as youíve ever been
and as young as youíll ever be.




Deborah Ngo



Sons of my sisters
Hold the future in your palms...
Do what we cannot




David Tomaloff



dogs teeth puncture
the skin of my breathó
nothing like love




David Tomaloff



I prayed that night her
fatherís shotgun would get
drunk enough to forget my name




David Tomaloff



there is a hole in my heart
where coal is shoveled inó
itís been raining steady there for days




Howie Good



Between her legs a golden
evening 300,000 flags
fluttering from the windows




Daniel Wilcox



Sliced by the steel plow
Clods glisten in the turned earth
Rows of more pay dirt




Daniel Wilcox



outside our dark tent
cold deepens over my knees--
light inside my head




Daniel Wilcox



A black barred window
Locking out the evened sky
Or rungs to the stars




Joel Ferdon



On the tip of Gabriel's wings
Painting the sunshine blood orange,
Wafting blackberries from the trees.




Sarah Ahm



Standing on my head
with existence upside down
dirt on foolish crest.




Neil Ellman



Between madness and you
I spin, a gyroscope,
Unable, unwilling to stop.




Neil Ellman



Memories hardened
I am stone
You, the brittle bones of a senseless past




Pat St. Pierre



The red, white and blue
Beckons me to return home.
They cry at my grave.




Robert Petras



New fiance
Same old diamond ring
Heart regifted.




Robert Petras



Sunday morning
Pine boughs droop with snow
Hungover again.




Sue Ann Connaughton



New Yearís resolutions
are framed like trophies
from her unfinished life.




J Kane



Even the knobs on her dresser
can no longer go on
with what they know.




Farida Samerkhanova



Relationship didnít work
However
It did happen




Farida Samerkhanova



They donít have to say anything
Because their eyes are talking
And so do their shadows




J.S. MacLean



Boreal wilderness
deep snow 40 below
running water titters




J.S. MacLean



Fox scampers out
snatching the still rolling egg:
the perfect tee shot.




J.S. MacLean



Wildflowers bowed over
sisterís tossed coin
lost in long grass




Debbi Antebi



morning blends into afternoon
evening extends into dawn,
without stopping to ask how my day went.




Bree Stallings



Love, an image dark
before warm light enters room.
Exposed, yes I am.




Pedro Poitevin



A rake collects a pile of purple flowers
the jacaranda scattered on the sidewalkó
A cloud is changing shape, a child is smiling.




Maude Larke



The mode of transportation
makes no difference:
we go in circles all the same.




Gary Bloom



If I could I would have left.
If I could I would
Have never started.




Deborah Ngo



Solitary star
In an Ultramarine sky...
Reminder of God




Lauren McBride



old face
etched with the story
of a lifetime




Lauren McBride



raindrop
on white petal
magnifying Godís artistry




Eric Muller



I have nothing much to say
But I say it anyway Ė in case
Something more slips in




Eric Muller



Hi hibiscus
Sweet biscuit
For the eye




Eric Muller



The river bed will soon dry out;
but itís running still
and thatís all that matters now.




Joseph Carfagno



Wild sardines
Tamed
In tin containers




Joseph Carfagno



Alone at the console
No Li Po
To console me




Joseph Carfagno



Sidewalk narcissi:
Faded, elastic-banded
And slated to die.




Maude Larke



Always in autumn the leaves
call out to me insistently -
but I don't speak plant.




Michael McCool



Warm rain falls on me
in the city even here
it smells like the sea




Joanne Faries



burdened by bills
leaning wooden mailbox yearns
for travel postcards




Joanne Faries



summer rain -
doll on park bench
does not blink




Joanne Faries



hidden evergreen needle
pricks bare feet -
Christmas memory




Deborah Ngo



Cold concrete pavement...
Blind man sits with hands open,
We choose not to see




James Welsh



I have these muses crowding me in,
shouting my thoughts into a thick quiet
as I try to riot with a deflated ballpoint pen.




Richard Hartwell



beautiful serpent
casting gems of sloughed wet skin
sleepy fangs still sting




Richard Hartwell



bulldozed apple orchard
inverted roots seek water
in a cloudless sky




Richard Hartwell



two sterile futures
speckled blue eggs abandoned
bitter hummingbirds