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Issue 30

POETS

ATKINSON, LAURA
BEASTON, JUDY
BLACK, GRACE
BRANDIS, CRAIG
BROWN, MANDY
CAMPBELL, COLIN
DAMACELA, LUCIA
DAVIES, WILLIAM
DION, GRACE
FRIEDENBERG, JAY
GILMORE, JAMES
GINSBERG, KATE
GUSEK, CHRIS
HARTWELL, RICHARD
HEIFETZ, ARTHUR
HEYWARD, C. Z.
HICKS, TIMOTHY
HOLDEN, CRAIG THOMAS
HOULE, BETTY
LACY, MICHAEL
LOWE, DENNIS
MARTELLI, JENNIFER
MELTON, BILL
MEYERS, MACKENZIE
MILAM, CHRIS
MITCHELL, MARK J.
MOMEN, RAYNA
MOTTRAM, DARLA
OUTLAR, SCOTT
PADAWER SOLOMON, KARLA
RANALDI-ADAMS, VALENTINA
ROBINSON, JACKIE MAUGH
SCHWEICKERT, CODY
SHARP, CYNTHIA
SIMPSON, NATE
TANCYUS, PATTY
TATE, BARBARA
THEPMANKORN, PARISORN
WARD, DOMINIC
WEST, TYSON

Karla Padawer Solomon



wet brush paints over
height marks on the door frame
a blank canvas




Karla Padawer Solomon



As the months pass by, I can feel myself
Growing. I must leave the cocoon, else my bones
Will break out of my own skin.




Laura Atkinson



have you a way
with the window?
lift it please; they need air.




Barbara Tate



rattling leaves
chattering cottonwoods
tell of things to come




Chris Gusek



calm setting sun -
from another neighborhood
a whining skilsaw




Jackie Maugh Robinson



immense Buddha
listening to prayers
small and not so




Bill Melton



Tears silently stream
From eyes that stare at nothing
Metro train rolls on




Tyson West



i pull and prune words
deaf to her yardwork commands
purple weeds spiral




Tyson West



ex con on the beach
tagged with varicolored tattoos
wears his rap sheet




Darla Mottram



Pines spotted with the amber
shells of cicadas still
clinging to bark they’ve abandoned.




Timothy Hicks



love letters in these frail hands -
a time machine
I’ll never get to ride




Cody Schweickert



Intimacies stripped naked
unravel in a jar—
entangled with hysteria




Jackie Maugh Robinson



no tail to speak of
excited bulldog puppy
wags her face




Cynthia Sharp



rhythms of womb time
spilled like sunlight incarnate
when Gaia dreamed earth




Jay Friedenberg



ridgeline trail
on the downward slope
the drift of falling leaves




Patty Tancyus



brown leaves on dry husks
yellow silk of summer gone
breeding ground of hope




Laura Atkinson



Late in the evening
Orion’s belt glitters.
We can hear the stars.




Craig Brandis



I shall build up my poems
from individual nerves firing
like birds do




Kate Ginsberg



She sings softly;
capturing sunlight in her hair
she glows with life




Judy Beaston



songs waken pond life
washed bright like day by full moon
wolf meets his new mate




Judy Beaston



moon’s shedding his clothes
I blush at his exposure.
smile at his presence




Dennis Lowe



red shirt, black shirt—
companions walking at dusk
looking for snow




Dennis Lowe



geriatric wigs
clouds appearing as white scalps
floating in the sea




Mandy Brown



He sleeps in the room
While I scale to conquer prose
Snoring his support




Mackenzie Meyers



Heroism

Fighting for freedom
behind the red, white, and blue
the true heros stand




Mark J. Mitchell



Over the prison
A small moon throws white light:
Doll faces outside.




Arthur Heifetz



hunting for the elusive Mot Juste
he was assailed by swarms of Tired Cliches
and swallowed whole by the Great Mundane




Chris Milam



Crawling beneath
your traumatized skin
Suturing, tasting, begging




Chris Milam



Our chaotic ink
vibrating on the page
A flirtatious prologue




Grace Black



it’s a painted sky
and a fine art moon
naked canvas I lay bare




Grace Black



caught the universe
on my tongue
my burdens weightless there




Betty Houle



flaming red and gold
breeze hot and wild
love begins




Betty Houle



sparkling crystals
white blanket on dirt
Earth sleeps




William Davies



Starlings in a field,
dark blessings
too numerous to count.




Rayna Momen



I write to filter the darkness
that moves through me,
and sometimes, to move you.




Dominic Ward



The fire in your heart
Tend it well
Do what you must.




C. Z. Heyward



Mississippi fingers
plowing rows in Chicago
freedom’s just as heavy




Scott Outlar



That’s just the way life is –
it’s a bark, a moan, a grunt, and a whine,
then you die.




Colin Campbell



beside endless sea
tiny lives watch grains of sand
so what do we see




Valentina Ranaldi-Adams



cool, fall-like July
drifting clouds hide the full moon
crickets’ constant hum




Jennifer Martelli



I’m glad you wanted
what I wanted, bootlegger
I’ll be hard to beat




Craig Thomas Holden



Passerine chorus rendered gently,
Shadows of dawn escape heaven’s rim—
Entwined beneath soft white down




James Gilmore



it takes a needle to spoil
a sweet tasting cake
one person to ruin the world




Nate Simpson



Snowflake falls on dead
rose. I am the prisoner
of small, fragile things.




Parisorn Thepmankorn



The moon meditates as the sky
weeps in warmth, saves her
confessions for tomorrow.




Michael Lacy



how spring pods unfurl--
naked while awaiting sun
turned warm after cold.




Grace Dion



Porcupine shuffles
down the road slowly at dusk,
his confidence in his quills.




Grace Dion



Observe my blue spruce,
a colossal conifer
dwarfing my little brown self.




Lucia Damacela



The incandescent click doesn’t reach you;
you, who moved out of the picture,
photobombing with your absence.




Richard Hartwell



Water spouts west of Waimea,
silent humpbacks migrating,
twin tail flips signal aloha.