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Issue 28

POETS

BOEHM, ROSE MARY
BOUNDS, SANDRA
CAMPBELL, COLIN
CHAMELEON, JESUS
CHRISTINA, MARTHA
COHOWICZ, MARYBETH
DAVY-FALCONI, ALESSANDRA
DE DOMINICIS, TAMARA
DROP, LAUREN
GARDINER, TIM
GARDNER, CHARLES
GEORGE, BINDU
GEURRANDENO, FRANK
GLEASON, JESS
HENDERSON, CHARLES
JETT, LUTHER
KALWAR, SANTOSH
KELLY, DAVID
LOWE, DENNIS
MANUS, GRADY
MARINE , MICHAEL
MATTHEWS, ROSCOE
NICHOLAS, JOE
NYSTRAND, KASHA
ROBERTSON, LOUISE
ROY, ANEESHA
SCHEER, WAYNE
SCHWEICKERT, CODY
SHARP, CYNTHIA
SIMON, TERRI
SIMONDS, SUSAN
ST. PIERRE, PAT
STEIN, CAROL
TANCYUS, PATTY
TATE, BARBARA
WASILEWSKI, NELLS
WEST, TYSON
WILSON, JULIET
YOUNGBLOOD, LYNN

Louise Robertson



When he played that turn table,
it was a woman. He watched
the groove, two fingers on the side.




Cynthia Sharp



the leaves all deepen in August
the three quarter moon
preparing for birth




Patty Tancyus



today the birds flew
heading south for the winter
I will miss their songs




Cody Schweickert



Yin & Yang bird splat:
painting pigeon prodigy,
or serendipitous masterpiece.




Cody Schweickert



Gruesome history dwells within
hardcover textbook quarters; lost under
crayon wax scribbles & pudding stains.




Rose Mary Boehm



Shifting, searching for treasure
Snuffling in layers of virtual ore
You find the data miners




Juliet Wilson



an old parrot talks -
the last remaining speaker
of a dead language




David Kelly



aggressive, advanced
words of malignancy
their weight within me




David Kelly



at the shores of sleep
skimming dreams on its surface
not ready to swim




David Kelly



the heat of summer
your voice as dark as thunder
lightning temper




Marybeth Cohowicz



ripples in my soul
made from the stone he has thrown
he has a good arm




Tamara De Dominicis



scattered stars
bridge the bay's curve
homeward lanterns




Charles Gardner



sometimes I hold my breath
to try to capture the galaxies
your beauty tends to carry




Colin Campbell



will borneo clouds
remember the last monsoon
in forgotten dreams




Nells Wasilewski



winter funeral
blue lips cold hands--wearing gloves
and deathly smile




Jesus Chameleon



the cove with eddies
the path of bright sunlight
a final farewell




Grady Manus



moon draws her bed curtains
night grumbles against the cold rain
hush – hush, baby sleeps




Wayne Scheer



We know winter is inevitable,
but leaves on trees
look so permanent.




Tim Gardiner



a derelict stile
overgrown with bramble
the path diverts




Roscoe Matthews



pull down the curtains
and let us see
your suburban secrets




Bindu George



The start is often forgotten,
Often rotten, the middle remains,
The end looms closer, seems insane.




Martha Christina



Is this sun-bleached
fading hopscotch grid
what the cicada laments?




Martha Christina



My neighbor rants against
zoning laws. Listen: scolding
bluejays crowd his feeder.




Barbara Tate



father's day
his grave goes unmarked
no flowers grow




Barbara Tate



incoming tide
kelp winds around my ankles
I smell Neptune's fishy breath




Carol Stein



from the oil refineries
phosphorescent flames
stronger than the sun




Luther Jett



sad-fingered time
touches our faces --
holds us and will not let us go




Lauren Drop



The sky is crying,
Desperate to soften harsh
Reminders of the past.




Charles Henderson



the night breeze
caresses bayou orchids
scented voodoo




Pat St. Pierre



Watching waves come in
While strolling at the seashore.
Dolphins jump so high.




Lynn Youngblood



A mother dies
Grey moon floats across a glittered sky
Owl closes his eyes…silence




Lynn Youngblood



New life moves within
Holding the hand of another
FEAR - where to live




Kasha Nystrand



Sun rays beam down
Through clouds on freshly dug graves
Spirits rise to Heaven




Santosh Kalwar



Projection from the beginning of time

White women with a passionate horns

Butchered yet another beloved




Aneesha Roy



A nuanced moonbeam glances asquint,
At an emerald reverie spun in dreams.
Nocturnes croon in rose-red love-bays.




Joe Nicholas



willow tree blazing
blue sky bleeding, blue sky bruised
rain swallows it all




Michael Marine



Reading on the bus,
Days cut short by fall,
A motorcycle passes.




Sandra Bounds



Warm sun rising
buds fall unopened
from winter-damaged peach trees




Michael Marine



The snow beginning
Four days after fall...
How can you not remember?




Tim Gardiner



from small acorns
flower bunches
by the ancient oak




Tyson West



stones lies and long spears
ancient weapons photobomb
selfies with the dead




Tyson West



fierce apricot rain
fences out the perseids
while flesh obscures soul




Sandra Bounds



Sky darkens; winds gust
brief stutters of lightning
signs that disappoint




Susan Simonds



If you were a cigarette I’d call you lucky
save you for last, slice away your filter
and smoke you until the embers kissed




Terri Simon



Ice dripping from branches,
into my lungs, into my heart.
Winter sympathetic magic.




Dennis Lowe



here The Great Conveyed
congregate in ritual,
lurching in blurred clubs




Dennis Lowe



a bum’s soggy sign
melts in a boiling puddle
sunlit squall




Frank Geurrandeno



Mom could feed us dimes
if only a passerby
rolled down their window




Jess Gleason



Today I woke up, sick, though defiant.
My routine, harder than on well days,
but still, I woke up.




Alessandra Davy-Falconi



in front of strangers
we hold hands
like it's nothing.