Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- 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