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Issue 27

POETS

BAKER, STEWART
BARROWS, BRANDON
BEASTON, JUDY
BOOTH, LEA
BOUNDS, SANDRA
BOWMAN, DEAN
BROWNE, HEATHER
BUTLER, JANET
CANTIN, MICHAEL
CHAMELEON, JESUS
CHIRCOP, CHARMAINE
DAVIES, WILLIAM
DURICK, JERRY
FARIES, JOANNE
GARDINER, TIM
GREENBAUM-MAYA, KAREN
GUNN, MARY
GUZZI, DEBORAH
KLEPETAR, STEVE
KRAUSE, CATHERINE B.
KRAUZE, LAUREN
KULSHRESTHA, RACHNA
LOENEN, ASHER
MCNERNEY, JOAN
MELLEN, ERIC
MELTON, BILL
MEZYNSKI, NEILA
NYSTRAND, KASHA
PATTERSON, MELISSA
PESCATORE, TOM
PLOVNICK, ROSS
POLK, DOUGLAS
RATCLIFFE, MICHAEL
SAMUELS, CLARISE
SCARCELLO, ANTHONY
SIMMONS, ANDY
SINGH, RAM KRISHNA
ST. PIERRE, PAT
STREUR, RUSSELL
SUCH, GEORGE
TATE, BARBARA
THOMPSON, RICHARD
WARD, ANTHONY
WASILEWSKI, NELLS
WATKINS, GARY
WEIR, DYLAN
WESTON, JOANNA M.
WILCOX, DANIEL

Tom Pescatore



worn gloves
dry on radiator coils
winter rain outside




Brandon Barrows



abandoned street
walking here and there
just another shadow




Douglas Polk



a plane shot from the sky,
warfare in the stratosphere,
on the ground the mourning continues.




Dean Bowman



Feeding from her sun-drenched fingers
Tingling heat kisses my spine
Heart strings strum, I come undone




Pat St. Pierre



Flowers are dancing.
Dancing and swaying in the wind;
Performing music on the graves.




George Such



She wanted
the door opened
but only for her.




Michael Cantin



This musk unintended.
A delicate pheromone bouquet.
I breathe it in, and fall in love anew.




Bill Melton



A soft stirring breeze
Smell of herbage wafts around
Lovers in the park




Bill Melton



Waxen leaves cuddle
Creamy vanilla blossoms
Southern magnolia




Ram Krishna Singh



tending the hooks
she blushes to see
the line of jewel




Russell Streur



Winter mist swirls
Across the Towaliga
Blue heron stalking




Jerry Durick



Though he’s been dead for years
His mail still arrives
They expect a reply




Kasha Nystrand



Passengers on plane
Gazing at passing clouds
Searching for their dreams




Daniel Wilcox



dark cliff walls
except in the narrows of our canyon--
that moon




Stewart Baker



Mount Hood in profile
under a vine maple arch
Issa’s snail




Catherine B. Krause



her self yearning to be me
tired of hunger
she’s breaking




Rachna Kulshrestha



His plush fingers move the rosary -
alternating curses and chants;
one full circle of universe.




Joanne Faries



landlocked yearning
conch shell to ear, eyes closed
fabricated waves tickle toes




Russell Streur



Tavern lamp still lit
Crescent moon and morning star
Time for one more glass




Lea Booth



Flanked by snowy banks
thin ice drifts quietly on
river’s winter path




Andy Simmons



The unwashed Camper drives
towards the beach and the setting
sun is a hazel eye.




Richard Thompson



so much depends upon the sad wise
bureaucrat, her pink sugar nails that click
the nearly obsoleted keys....




Gary Watkins



the twilight breeze blows
a blackbird sways on marsh grass
nature’s lullaby




Lauren Krauze



clothes on the line --
ladybug naps
in the cuff of his sleeve




Michael Ratcliffe



Heron presides from atop pole,
watches the river, as do I--
me waiting for fish; he, for words.




Anthony Ward



Startled from the brink of sleep
Falling and rising into my body
A cymbal shimmering to silence




Barbara Tate



Honeysuckle and roses--
I watch the flowers close
against the frost




Nells Wasilewski



dawn slides into night
one gray shade at a time
sunless day expires




Karen Greenbaum-Maya



Run-off foams in the streets.
Heat releases, eases down.
Lizard waits it out under a ledge.




Dylan Weir



White-knuckled
in the waiting room
I bring my eyes to the Dr.’s




Anthony Scarcello



Rain slicked night
hands exchanging darkness
a pinch of warmth only fleeting




Asher Loenen



Kids build castles
Parents get the building permits
Candy is often involved




Ross Plovnick



red tide off the coast
beyond the beach blanket
we share the planet




Tim Gardiner



the old couple
sit in silence –
view full of leaves




Steve Klepetar



We could sail along the coast, breathe
foam or whisper secrets cats yowl,
yellow eyes probing sullen streets.




Joanna M. Weston



stepping stones
through rough water -
your hand in mine




Joan McNerney



Try to catch the wind.
Count the ripples in the sea.
Become a child again.




Deborah Guzzi



Brillo blonde curls fell across her pixie face.
Mother dressed her in crinolines of turquois.
Fingerless lace gloves exposed her pink nails.




Mary Gunn



mum was sixty-nine
dad made it to his nineties
now, just me and sis...




Sandra Bounds



Spring arrives
bitter chill remains
peach trees dare not bloom




Heather Browne



Laughter creeps crookedly
climbing over craggily teeth
escaping the dark mouthed tomb




Janet Butler



Blue-gray shadows cut
a slice of window away.
Dark door I walk through.




Jesus Chameleon



bronze lampshade...
suspended gecko balances
invigorated by light




Eric Mellen



Hidden behind a curtain
the crooked man covertly discerns
the shadows of his youth.




William Davies



A blue heron alone
as a thought,
a gestation of peace.




Neila Mezynski



Red dress sheer on
Blue shawl over under
Pink skin new old




Melissa Patterson



August afternoon
over the edge
drowning my sorrow




Clarise Samuels



black crow squawking
a human is approaching;
sound the alarm, screech and fly.




Charmaine Chircop



a climbing jasmine
upon my window sill
his hands




Judy Beaston



clouds kiss then separate
drift toward the western horizon
a slow disappearing act follows