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Issue 37

POETS

ANDERSEN, KEVIN
BECK, BRANDON
BRANT, TESSA
BROWDER, CLIFFORD
CANCRO, THERESA
CATES, ANNA
CHILICAS, EVE
CIPRIANO, LORRAINE
CRUPI, BRANDON
DAVITT, DEBORAH
DEPAUL, MARIA
DURICK, JERRY
FLANAGAN, MICHAEL
GRIFFITH, MICHAEL A.
GUILFORD-BLAKE, EVAN
HEATH, GARY
HICKS, SCOTT
HILL, ROWLAND
JACOBSEN, MARY ELDER
JONES, LARRY
KAMP, LIANNE
KOZMA, JOSEPH J.
LOWE, DENNIS
MCLOUGHLIN, MARY
MELNYCZUK, FRED
MELTON, BILL
NICOLA, JAMES B.
PASSANT, MATT
PATTERSON, MELISSA
PESCATORE, TOM
PLUME, JAMES
POND, RACHEL
REDMOND, REED
REINHART, JOHN
RHEAUME , GABRIEL
ROSSI, PATRICIA
SARGENT, ANGELA
SCHMIDLIN, SUSAN
SCHUTTER, MARY R. P.
SCHWEICKERT, CODY
SCULLY, RON
SMITH, TIM
TW, BARBARA
WANG, MONICA
WEST, TYSON
ZEBA, NUSRAT

Mary R. P. Schutter



grief stabs brutally again and again
old Doc Time slowly sutures raw wounds
scars hold tender remembrance




Larry Jones



the cold lonely eyes
of my dead mother
float by in a cloud




Matt Passant



Swirls and curls darting
Diving colors in the sun
Spinning tail and lost




Tyson West



horns of a blizzard
etch saints' faces
on fallen trees




Bill Melton



Shards of light pierces
Languid pregnant morning clouds
Giving birth to rain




Bill Melton



The graceful snowflakes
Dance across the leaden sky
Perfect harmony




Gabriel Rheaume



The feral child in the soup kitchen
Growled and hissed
She took a peanut butter and jelly sandwich




Patricia Rossi



worn rosary beads
abacus of prayer
cradled in trembling hands




Angela Sargent



Sleep rolls through in shifts
Waves of worries crashing
Shore of the mind.




Brandon Crupi



These explosions are rhythmic.
I can sleep through all of it
forever.




Gary Heath



In Iowa gourmet coffee shop
Nose rings in poetry slam
Meet seed caps of pinochle game.




Scott Hicks



empty reservoir,
first snow on the mountain –
hope




Monica Wang



As rain falls on the grass
I walk across my yard
expecting only light




Rachel Pond



brisk Autumn morning
fog stretches beneath street lights
soul searching from bed




Theresa Cancro



city strangers
crossing the street in rain...
umbrellas embrace




Tim Smith



campfire embers spark
shedding light on pale blush cheeks
moonlit thoughts are read




Michael Flanagan



grandpa whispered
we renamed the new moon…
bomber’s moon




James B. Nicola



The world's too wide
When you are not
Where I am.




Cody Schweickert



lewd graffiti
littered & strewn
city playgrounds




James Plume



We still use the wobbling chair
That broke after she threw it.
I don't mind the instability.




Brandon Beck



a bolt of white-orange lightning
far across the plains
silently declares its presence




Jerry Durick



Sirens, more sirens
Morning full, afternoon, night
Today is burning




Susan Schmidlin



The evening tide of ebbs and flows,
slowly advances up the dry sand,
to erase the sins of the day.




Barbara TW



Wherever you are
your feet find footholds hewn here
in my white, stone heart




Tom Pescatore



inside the freezer
the lulling eyeballs mask
four walls of a coffin looking out




Nusrat Zeba



Baby brother small
with dimpled smile and restless
vigor fills my days




Joseph J. Kozma



Without good reason
Leaving me cold on the tracks
The train stole away




Eve Chilicas



Beaconing image
with warbling reflections
come to the surface.




Dennis Lowe



bacon grease
snow capped picket fence
few flowers survived




Tessa Brant



first freeze of winter
trees stripped down to twisted claws
sky gray as my heart




Melissa Patterson



Washing the saucepan,
I still smell the tomato
smell...Spring evening




Melissa Patterson



Spring afternoon
To the left of the front porch,
dad's cigarette ash




Rowland Hill



Black bears salmon-fish
Bald eagles join in the feast
Harvest Festival




Fred Melnyczuk



The half-moon gives a casual glance
Over clean and humid streets,
Where water drops—whisper.




Mary Elder Jacobsen



How you've grown, child
of mine--pearl from my oyster,
you sparkle like snow.




Kevin Andersen



I pour some of my beer into the sea
over which we spread your ashes.
Here's to you, grandpa.




Deborah Davitt



What de Leon didn’t know, was
that to reverse age, the Fountain
flowed inversed—and sucked him in.




Lianne Kamp



Sisters by cosmic design
Beads on a genome necklace
Our own private Mardi Gras




Lianne Kamp



Trees shiver naked
Revealing the river bed
Summer’s sultry hidden secret




Clifford Browder



Cynics writhe
Delicately gored
On the tusk of my civility.




Maria DePaul



Petals spread to the sun
A rose in full bloom
Is fated to peak, then wither




Michael A. Griffith



The postmark was new to me
Cold ivory envelope
Words never meant to be read




John Reinhart



dangling feet
edge of the world
fishing for supper




Lorraine Cipriano



Bloody pearls on pale neck
brass stake missing Victorian heart
steampunk vampire lives on




Anna Cates



spring rain
a snail probing
garlic shafts




Evan Guilford-Blake



Bare walnut branches.
I shiver in the cold wind.
A chickadee sings.




Reed Redmond



our castellated edges
not quite interlocking
castling to rubble




Ron Scully



one fold at a time
slowly roses disrobe, knowing
red their only reason




Mary McLoughlin



Mud clumps on her knees,
like she had knelt or groveled
before God or man.




Mary McLoughlin



Her bold red lipstick
leaves stains on her Tootsie Pop
like a hooker’s kiss