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Issue 35

POETS

AGNEW, ZACH
BENNETT, STEFANIE
BURCHETT, MICHELLE
CARCACHE FLORES, ROBERTO
CARONNA, MICHAEL
CASTO, PAMELYN
CATES, ANNA
CEPEDA, ADRIAN ERNESTO
ESTABROOK, MICHAEL
FLYNN, JEFF
GILLIGAN, ZOE
HEIFETZ, ARTHUR
HENRY, DAVID
HICKS, SCOTT
HODGINS, DEVIN
HOLCOMBE, KIMBERLY
HOLT, JAE
HOPE, YURI
KIM, MIN SUN
KNABE, MARTIN
LOWE, DENNIS
MCMULLEN, RACHEL
MIAO, HANNAH
MOELLER, ROSEMARY DUNN
MONTAG, TOM
PESCATORE, TOM
PHILLIPS, ANDREW
PLANTS, TRILBY
POND, RACHEL
QUACKENBUSH, GRANT
ROSSI, PATRICIA
SARGENT, ANGELA
TROMP, IAN
WALKER-LASS, DEBBIE
WEST, TYSON
WILSON, MIKE
ZIMMERMAN , JAY

Dennis Lowe



asphalt or cracked mud,
creased elephant skin—
night lightning, clouds, running dry




Yuri Hope



Grey hair on shoulders
fall moon sliver
apple pie creamy clouds




Zach Agnew



Whales breach in search of stars
Humans reach beyond mars
Confronting the vastness of empty space.




Trilby Plants



There was a time I welcomed autumn.
But inexorable time ticks away,
and I want more. But she is leaving.




Mike Wilson



rainstorms saturate
soggy ground and cratered roads;
mosquitoes cavort.




Jay Zimmerman



icy frosted beard
icicles dripping
first winter kiss




Jeff Flynn



Stilled in silhouette,
moon-lit mud flats; scavenging
remains of the day.




Andrew Phillips



Wet electric sea sting
blue cold depth
She clings to me




Anna Cates



barren limbs
above wet gravestones
a dirge of crows




Anna Cates



small claim
the court house
shaded by oaks




Hannah Miao



the universe splintered overhead--
the way my mother’s face fractured when
she heard of the stone in her womb




Scott Hicks



Pyrocumulus
framed in blue -
100000 Sierra acres smoldering




Scott Hicks



Eons grown stones
elements eroded, fragmented -
mountain’s bones




Pamelyn Casto



Borobudur time
treading old footprints
stirring old dust



Poem by Pamelyn Casto




David Henry



Visions at the grotto:
Shallow indulgences and dead flowers
Unforgiven




Debbie Walker-Lass



The oppressive heart of sadness
Does not give quarter to the weary
Hide in the light, or perish




Debbie Walker-Lass



Whittling words into a pile
I leave only the bone-dry skeletons
To walk the world unassisted




Michael Caronna



if you want
i have
but only in faith




Angela Sargent



Nine years spent, nine
As long as an eyelash
As short as the highway.




Martin Knabe



Dancing through debris
- Flowery flamenco dress
under the spring moon.




Stefanie Bennett



Which eye
of the key-hole
winks back?




Michelle Burchett



broken china leaves
autumn wind sweeps away
fragments of summer




Michelle Burchett



blackberry bushes
tangled, messy family
bearing fruit and tears




Tom Pescatore



strawberry juice
straight from field to hands,
to fingers, mouth, face




Michael Estabrook



an eagle

in the forest large and brown drops
from nowhere into nothing as
we walk beneath the trees




Tyson West



pine forest embers
smoke blows tic tac toe
on white roses




Tyson West



mourning doves coo
fast food pylon nest
over swirling smoke




Roberto Carcache Flores



You’ve defined the clouds
Horizon in my sleep
Wind calls away




Rachel Pond



lie to yourself--
but empty beer bottles
don’t drink themselves




Rachel Pond



October nightfall
bare tree branches
rewriting my love story




Rachel Pond



strong gusts of wind
black ink etched in white stone
short, painful visits




Michael Caronna



Endless quiet fall
Our soundest sleep
Thoughts become staccato




Min Sun Kim



Autumn leaves dangle down
I struggle to catch one
In my wooden clogs.




Min Sun Kim



The last rays of the sun
Glint off the mounds at Kyungju
One thousand years of sunken sorrow.




Adrian Ernesto Cepeda



She felt like a library
book, often handled
but never checked out




Adrian Ernesto Cepeda



after fearing her own
calling, one day...
she finally answered.




Tom Montag



October. Finch
at the feeder. Everything
that turns turns back.




Patricia Rossi



broken sea shells
jagged fragments of life’s journey
decades of despair wash ashore




Patricia Rossi



amber hued ribbons
weave a golden tapestry
autumn sunset




Arthur Heifetz



the other girls were only tapas
good for a drink or two
you are a five-course feast




Ian Tromp



I grow sad, knowing
now there are so many places
I will never show you




Rachel McMullen



A drifter afloat.
Can I learn how to drown? Wave,
burden of the sea.




Patricia Rossi



cascading silence
pure white
snow laden tracks of tranquility




Jae Holt



Hopscotch and marbles,
Lonely chalk marks on the ground
Waiting for the children




Kimberly Holcombe



Demons, like sharks in search of blood,
claw at her heart, pure as freshly fallen
snow before the morning sun.




Grant Quackenbush



Salty white sunlight
pours over my sluggish eyes:
blue snails without shells.




Grant Quackenbush



A dark deck of fronds
shuffles in the palm’s branch-hands:
a shady gambler.




Rosemary Dunn Moeller



Dry crackling branches
surprised the dark stillness of
freezing winter nights




Devin Hodgins



The end of the quest
And I find myself
Searching...




Zoe Gilligan



Man lives in stone
Wherefore he cannot say
Why he yearns for the elms