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Issue 21

POETS

AVERY, NANETTE
BARNETT, BRIAN
BEASTON, JUDY
BOWMAN, DEAN
BRASSEUR, JEAN
CHRISTINA, MARTHA
CONLEY, BRENNA
DELABRUERE, MARY
DRURY, IVO
EDWARDS, DAVID
ELLMAN, NEIL
GILMORE, JAMES
HEIFETZ, ARTHUR
HORN, CHAD
HUFFMAN, A.J.
JOY, BERNARD
K, PADMINI
KALWAR, SANTOSH
KLEPETAR, STEVE
LARREA, PHILLIP
LUMAN, DOUGLAS
LUNDAY, ROBERT
LUNDH, LENNART
MELTON, BILL
MURPHY, MICKEY
NAWROCKI, CAROLINE
NELSON, ERIC
NORTON, GERRY
OLOIDI, JOEY FEMI
ONEILL, BILL
PATTI, J
PILGRIM, TIMOTHY
POLK, DOUGLAS
RATCLIFFE, MICHAEL
SCANLON, RAY
SHRIMA, SHAKTHI
ST. PIERRE, PAT
SYMONDS, SAMANTHA
WATKINS, GARY

Dean Bowman



December, sharp kiss of winter
Love pangs, fools stabbing fools
Graying days, color out of eyes




Phillip Larrea



So unfair that something in the air
or water or sunlight or beauty
or the pills or their men- kills women.




Mary Delabruere



Sugary words from a sinister tongue
Alien to my soul like agonal breaths.
I have no room to rent to your lies.




Nanette Avery



Sound bites are like dried dandelions;
how suddenly they are whisked away
leaving behind gleanings of uncertainty.




Steve Klepetar



Cold water to dry lips, a leap of flesh
and tongue and sighs. How wonderful
to thirst, and thirst and drink at last.




Caroline Nawrocki



Bruises can turn into
secret tattoos.
Wishing it was temporary.




Caroline Nawrocki



The man on fire shakes
your hand.
The usual business.




Neil Ellman



By tenuous light
we walk among the candlesticks—
how soft our steps..




Shakthi Shrima



On covers, flowers pinched
in their wilting, the flushed betrayal
of a soft projection.




Pat St. Pierre



The church bells ring
Calling home the
Wandering soul.




Pat St. Pierre



Wind whirls through the trees
As snow falls continuously
Tree branches look like stick figures.




Robert Lunday



The first stars
emerge, ministers
of the new regime.




Robert Lunday



A smokestack jabs the sky
like the middle finger
of all Ohio.




Mickey Murphy



Moonlight awakens
Whispering ballads
Exhaling daylight.




Douglas Polk



Kennedy was loved by the camera until his untimely end,
the acid bath completed,
the images retained,




Gary Watkins



blue jays strafe a squirrel
looter of the birdfeeder
risks all for peanuts




Gary Watkins



tide pools team with life
friend and foe tossed together
until the next wave




Lennart Lundh



If you settled on my shoulder,
a caffeine-high firefly blazing in the night,
would the jar of my heart be enough to hold you?




Gerry Norton



Arm the knaves
with thoughts of
rainbow braves




Padmini K



My silk gown flows
as I try to gather
hordes of crawling silkworms




Bernard Joy



A fresh wind fills this scaffold of ruins; walls
that topped these hills before the Danes came.
Now, in my washed-up mind, new feelings start to turn.




Brian Barnett



black pitted steel bars
cage hung on a crooked bough
graveyard prisoner




James Gilmore



a baby carriage bought
returned in the box
tears in the dark




Ray Scanlon



cold solstice sun suspends
aerosol wood smoke
lone dandelion crouches




Martha Christina



airborne every day
red-tailed hawk ravages
the small and wingless




Martha Christina



crow’s wings
flash silver
in late December light




Bill ONeill



A tiny you
though so unfair
love transformed




Michael Ratcliffe



New snow on mountain.
My love lying next to me.
Moonlight on soft curves.




Michael Ratcliffe



Moonlight on mountain,
blanket of snow covers slopes.
My love’s warm embrace.




J Patti



this play doesn’t last any longer than usual
just because we’re in it.
(it’s more like bread)




Chad Horn



complex directions
man’s maps mounded as compost
ME compos mentis




Joey Femi Oloidi



In a world full of gallops,
I think faster than the air, but run
slower than my grandmother’s voice.




Santosh Kalwar



Life remains unchanged
till a leap of faith
runs towards heaven




Arthur Heifetz



I’m a clock with no hour
a solitary sock, a hummingbird
circling a wilted flower




Arthur Heifetz



wish I were a rock anchored in the bay
but I am sand and you are tide
drawing me away




Bill Melton



Courage to speak up
Or to sit down and listen
They are both the same




Ivo Drury



we mourn the last cicada of summer
and anticipate
the first of many snows




Ivo Drury



late-blooming chrysanthemum
scene stealer
when summer’s upstarts have faded




Eric Nelson



Why oppose opposites?
A hammer pulls as well as drives.
What is buried grows.




Eric Nelson



Bright autumn day.
The room darkens slowly--
Leaves landing on the skylight.




A.J. Huffman



Icicles glisten,
daggers dangling from rooftops.
Frozen fangs of glass.




Bill ONeill



flying buttresses, b69’s and landing strips
shaved papayas, camel toes and thigh gaps
gonna post to instagram




Samantha Symonds



Rain on December 25th
wiping the raindrops from my eyes
feeling where the crows are circling.




David Edwards



twelve readers have a
dozen different Dantes
to guide them through Hell.




Jean Brasseur



graveled morning voice
over the phone I can hear
your face waking up




Douglas Luman



On Saturday afternoons, I go here
full of juniper and rye – to be satisfied with gin,
to find traces of heavenly peace.




Timothy Pilgrim



Head bowed, tweeting from third pew
priest’s eyes on me, hungry,
his thumbs down too.




Brenna Conley



i see your primitive grace
rust brown blooms on toilet paper
the youth of crosshatched etchings




Judy Beaston



throat etched and burning
salt gargled, Advil consumed
remedy eludes




Judy Beaston



age threads her hairstyle
silver streaks overwhelm blonde
retired and reborn