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Issue 22

POETS

BARNETT, BRIAN
BEASTON, JUDY
BEECH, AJA
BICKLEY, SARA
BRAGER, HEATHER
BUBB, KATE
BURKHOLDER, WILLIAM
CANCRO, THERESA
CHRISTINA, MARTHA
DAVIES, WILLIAM
DRURY, IVO
EDWARDS, DAVID
FARLEY, JOSEPH
FLANAGAN, DANIEL N.
GLEASON, JESS
HAMMICK, MARILYN
HAUCK, PAM
HIGGINS, ED
ISTVAN, MICHAEL
IUPPA, M.J.
KOLBET, MATT
MANUS, GRADY
MCGAVOCK, IE
MCLAFFERTY, TIM
MELTON, BILL
PILGRIM, TIMOTHY
RAMIREZ-SANCHEZ, ED
RED, ELIAS
SAMUELSON, AUDREY
SCHEER, WAYNE
SCHOLL, ARIANE ELIZABETH
SHARMA, EKARTHA
SINGH, RAM KRISHNA
STRONG, WHITTIER
TAYLOR, KENNETH
WARD, ANTHONY
WARD, BRANDON

Wayne Scheer



Sunlight peeks through clouds
reminding us
it was there all along.




Jess Gleason



And, somehow, I’m mocked
by the wasted paper texts
the book sharks keep sending.




Tim McLafferty



The earth wants its bones back:
as we longed to live,
it longs our return to the living.




Timothy Pilgrim



Arm bared for lover who left -- mosquito lands,
drills. Clench fist, trap proboscis, watch red grow.
Your angry heartbeat makes her explode.




Ed Higgins



they honed each other
knife against stone
until both bled




Anthony Ward



event horizon
their eyes orbiting her skirt
as she takes the set




Anthony Ward



my unwillingness to change
leaves me fighting for survival
dying for the past once again




Judy Beaston



meditation seeks
balance within my spirit
one eye on the clock




Michael Istvan



those across species
chewing food for their young,
stealing a bit as they do




Ariane Elizabeth Scholl



In quiet hallways, I hear you, still
familiar breath and heavy-heeled footsteps
your voice the whisper of my hair




Ariane Elizabeth Scholl



We sat beneath that umbrella
our tea losing steam,
the rain drops accentuating your lies




Brandon Ward



Crane standing tall-
A small bird rests on
the back of a lamb.




David Edwards



leaves blown across a
sidewalk and my feet-- the wind
disregards all three.




Audrey Samuelson



A small child in a small box
Mother dressed in mourning black
Staring at something I cannot see




Sara Bickley



Missoula. A well-kept
Cutlass Ciera parked
on the brown snow.




Theresa Cancro



Wondrous melancholy shatters
as pure grief escapes
from under my mourning shadow.




Theresa Cancro



Unfettered love joy punches
holes in the night sky
where stars flicker through.




Ivo Drury



trompe l’oeil so accomplished
though you knew it wasn’t, couldn’t
you still felt it was so




Ivo Drury



winter dusk at forest edge
reticule of tree limbs
holds the pewter sky




Ivo Drury



with the day near terminus
the owl assumes sentry point
along the smudged tree line




William Davies



The apples sag from the tree
having drank from the cup of frost,
each its own Socrates.




Kenneth Taylor



A train rolled slowly off into the night
Yet to her there was still one paper song
And to him a city-square full of statues




Ie Mcgavock



pear leaves fall
bronzed shields tinged with blood
ave atque vale




Brian Barnett



Monster maker ire
Clear, no chance of thunderstorms
Maybe tomorrow




Brian Barnett



Eyes in my window
Glowing and staring at me
Alas they are mine




M.J. Iuppa



Feelings, stamped on your face,
make public the latest malfunction
of being in touch.




Grady Manus



gathering of nations
glorious diversity in habit, color, song
cat and i watch the birds feed




Joseph Farley



hunger always
for the horizon
or just over




Daniel N. Flanagan



There is now snow, and you are no angel.
You worship on your knees,
But God has turned away.




Aja Beech



Beloved, when I
am gone, feel the north wind blow
and know it is me.




Bill Melton



A slow procession
The hearse, a place of honor
For once in his life




Bill Melton



The waft of sourness
Dank rotting vegetation
Heralds the winter




Judy Beaston



Some days disappear
like the shot of whiskey
before the beer




Pam Hauck



red-bellied woodpecker hurtles
from hickory branch
hunts insects between grass blades




Pam Hauck



her empty office
paths crossed in a hallway
lives never touched




Heather Brager



it would still be dark further west
she would remember plum colored hills
benevolent, cold and drunk




Heather Brager



she is forced to wear a borrowed burqa
she is a bright orange bird
outside the dusty glass




Matt Kolbet



The flower bed sprawled, as it was wont to do;
Passersby spared glances until a man stopped;
in a reversal, the rose inhaled him, smile and all.




Matt Kolbet



The flower floored its petal, beating aphids and
ladybugs in a quiet floral race. The gardener, one
transient fauna, found it shy, and applied sheers.




Elias Red



Heron perched on the
steaming river bank in the
freeze of silent dawn.




Elias Red



The horses sleep still
as headstones. Winter winds
call to no one.




William Burkholder



Finding that Love
is the brilliant trumpet
shattering the silence in me forever




Marilyn Hammick



First day in the desert:
like slipping my foot into a shoe
two sizes too large.




Ed Ramirez-Sanchez



The man reaches in vain,
The capricious god smiles,
It is a perpetual dream.




Whittier Strong



Fragile crystal flake
evaporates with a breath,
its strength in trillions.




Ram Krishna Singh



hidden between the sheets
my smothered senses--
salted honey




Ekartha Sharma



silver waters
the midnight river is calm
a liquid moon




Martha Christina



Deck chairs fill with snow,
off season: empty laps
of distant relatives.




Kate Bubb



The gentle racer
Sleeps soundly in the corner
Dreaming of a home




Kate Bubb



Rain is tumbling
Children of the sky falling
Beginning the cycle again