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Issue 26

POETS

BELLERANTI, GUY
BHOLA, VINATI
BJORKMAN, WALTER
BRODER, HILLEL
BRYAN, TANYA
BURGH, MARK
CAMPBELL, COLIN
CAMPBELL, ELIZABETH
CANCRO, THERESA
CHAKRABORTY, SOUVIK
CHIRILA, ROXANA
CHRISTINA, MARTHA
CRATE, LINDA
CRUNKILTON, ADAM
DEVOS, BENJAMIN
DRURY, IVO
ELLIOTT, JESS
ELLMAN, NEIL
FISCHER-SMITH, JEFFREY
GARDINER, TIM
GUNN, MARY
HEIFETZ, ARTHUR
HENDRIX, HOWARD
HERRELL, DENNIS
JACKSON V, ARTHUR
KRAUSE, CATHERINE B.
LEGG, JORDAN
MATTIA, JOSEPHINE
MELTON, BILL
NICHOLAS, JOE
PASSANT, MATT
PESCATORE, TOM
PILGRIM, TIMOTHY
SAMUEL, FE
SAMUELSON, AUDREY
SCHMIDT, MEG
SCHUG, LARRY
SCHWEICKERT, CODY
SHARP, CYNTHIA
STOVER, MONICA RAE
TANCYUS, PATTY
TAYLOR NIELSEN, DAVID
THACKER, NICHOLAS
WASILEWSKI, NELLS
WOOD, DAVE
YOUNGERS, DYLAN

Bill Melton



A dove's lonely call
Reminder of long lost love
Echoes through my mind




Bill Melton



Only a large eye
Betrays motionless rabbit
Hiding in plain sight




Nells Wasilewski



old galvanized tub
tadpoles swim contentedly--
antsy frogs escape




Audrey Samuelson



Looking for a meal after midnight
Cages illuminated by red neon
Lascivious animals begging to be devoured




Larry Schug



a god when I dream
when awake a man only
I create daydreams




Timothy Pilgrim



If I say often it's boiling, burning, hot --
will you not touch with fingers, tongue, lips.
Unless it is me, then, yes, you must.




Mary Gunn



he played the fiddle
until his hearing failed him
then he hung it up




Meg Schmidt



For all of its dark -
the poem's fixed rhyme scheme is
still "Abba, Abba"




Souvik Chakraborty



Familiar warmth and darkness.
A drowning child feels secure
Back in its mother's womb.




Cody Schweickert



Floating amongst faint
flurry. Delicate white flakes,
splattered by rosy drips.




Howard Hendrix



hopes grow treadbare, bald,
slippery when wet with tears --
still tiresome, to change




Elizabeth Campbell



split reed, weft & warp
between gathered hands
she pulls to close the gaps




Jeffrey Fischer-Smith



bracing for the next hunt
she bundles herself in mink—
hails a cab to Saks




Joe Nicholas



the eye perched atop
the windowsill, staring out
and in at itself.




Dylan Youngers



four circles rotate in melody
to harmonize a lullaby –
don't stop driving.




Nicholas Thacker



The water under the bridge,
rose to swallow the present,
forever drowning the I in sorrow.




Matt Passant



Light breeze through pine trees-
Humming song of needles sung-
Radiance of green.




Ivo Drury



within blank white paper
a tanned tattooed arm
grasps a whining saw




Martha Christina



Between the pond and highway
orphaned goslings,
waiting.




Josephine Mattia



Lilies in the field
Blooming and blossoming
in the grass, one by one.




Cynthia Sharp



these days that are too quiet
when I feel left behind
clean floors drying in spring wind




Vinati Bhola



settled gracefully
on the bed of marigold
a wasp rubs its legs




Guy Belleranti



cemetery visit
time traveler lays flowers
beside his headstone




Benjamin DeVos



A man can see a great deal
From the top of his tractor,
Riding over the aged silt.




Dennis Herrell



ghosts of soldiers
disembarked the trains
bodies left behind.




Dave Wood



underneath the rage of turbulent sea
blue-green silence calms one's soul
elegant beauty thrives




Arthur Jackson V



Most days I feel like an Italian Eve
carved relief in stone
Weighed down, heavy – lowly




David Taylor Nielsen



Her words left scars upon you.
When you let me rub your back,
I trace them with my fingers.




Tim Gardiner



female reflection
in the fleeting pool –
a trick of the light




Tim Gardiner



a cow lurks
in headstone shade –
biding her time




Hillel Broder



Dawn breaks early now
On the horizon
Of this murky river




Theresa Cancro



let my bones crackle
in an ice-age way, return
to the night sky to dance




Arthur Heifetz



Lou had a low IQ, Rose a bent
semitic nose, but Cass O darling Cass
what a wonderful Irish ass




Patty Tancyus



Cool,rippling water
toes dancing on slippery stones
splashes of delight




Fe Samuel



No I will not make the first move.
I will not move at all.
Carry me.




Colin Campbell



when new monsoon winds
awaken south china sea
mangroves need deep roots




Mark Burgh



anger in a sequence
of intelligence:
dry bones from a horn.




Tanya Bryan



dreams linger
ghosts of lives
not yet lived




Adam Crunkilton



The night forest moon
Celtic past
Legends claimed




Cynthia Sharp



poppies and dragonflies
in the grace of the wind
their spirits call




Jordan Legg



With what tongue shall I address
one who spins stars and atoms
that rhyme through gravity’s grooves?




Roxana Chirila



there was nothing in heaven
he hadn't heard in hell
distorted by a million righteous voices




Linda Crate



dawn falls
a yellow dream
laughter.




Neil Ellman



Listless morning Aegean-green
latitudes away from home
the moon is halved in the distant sky.




Neil Ellman



The everday of every day
my life becomes
a beast of burden braying at the moon.




Monica Rae Stover



Deprivation is so sweet
when satisfaction’s this
complete.




Jess Elliott



painted my porch
with two coats of haint blue
you still seep into my dreams




Catherine B. Krause



shivering puppy
picnic table circle
freedom of 'ok'




Tom Pescatore



Afternoon in the house
no light through windows
no whispers




Walter Bjorkman



Live As Mother Begs
Don't Ever Feel You
Are Living Lonely