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Issue 39

POETS

AGNEW, ZACH
ALLEN, JOSHUA
BRYAN, NEVA
CAMPBELL, COLIN
CANTIN, MICHAEL
CASTALDI, ERIN
CHRISTINA, MARTHA
CIPRIANO, LORRAINE
CONNORS, SALLY
CORBETT, PAMELA
CRASTO, CECILIA
D'ANGELO, NICHOLAS
DICKSON, JULIE
DROZDA, NATALIE A.
ELLIOTT, JESS
FITZGERALD, DAN
FLANAGAN, MICHAEL
GROCH, EVIE
GUNN, MARY
HICKS, SCOTT
JASTERMSKY, PETER
KAMP, LIANNE
KOZMA, JOSEPH J.
MACDONALD, JOHN
MAGENTA, MARTHA
MAGLAS, MARIETA
MARIE, SUSAN
MCMANES, ROBERT
MEIGHAN, PATRICK
MELTON, BILL
PATTERSON, MELISSA
RAMIREZ, ELIZABETH
REES, MELANIE
RHEAUME , GABRIEL
ROBERTS, JOSEPH
ROBINSON, JACKIE MAUGH
ROSSI, PATRICIA
SAM, DAVID ANTHONY
SAMUELS, CLARISE
SARGENT, ANGELA
SCHMIDLIN, SUSAN
SCOTT, NANCY
SCULLY, RON
VORK, JR
WASILEWSKI, NELLS
WENGER, SARA
ZONE, MICHAEL

Sara Wenger



tapioca bubbles
float in pearl milk–
comfort tea




Neva Bryan



A mountain, fat with snow,
wears its road
like a tight black girdle.




Patrick Meighan



Intense eyes freeze me
The pit bull is at the fence
Breath and steps quicken




Martha Magenta



his last breath
the wind takes the last
orchard leaf




Martha Magenta



dead bones
your music plays on -
wind chimes




David Anthony Sam



A last fragile cloud of summer
in the fading red sunset--
Then the scent of rainwater.




Bill Melton



broken clouds, rainbow
earth shaking thunder, lightning
nature on parade




Michael Flanagan



cornflower blue
shawl draped over the barn door
Morning Glories




Robert McManes



behind the train
tonight's storm flashes
angry smiles




Ron Scully



bottom drawer
cigar box of merit badges
stolen from my brother




Melanie Rees



Pelican sings soft,
Ibis calls upon the lake –
An ancient song lost.




Julie Dickson



Expansive wings block the sun
Shade my eyes from midday
Kestrel glides on an updraft




JR Vork



she waits…
every day the grass is cut
by the mailbox




Joseph Roberts



A hint of peppermint
from her breath lingers
whispered words of love




Cecilia Crasto



Small shiny shells beneath my feet
Sun dappled water rushing by
Kites tangle fighting for supremacy




John MacDonald



a drunkard stumbles
under whiskey rain, staining
the earth in amber




Zach Agnew



With every step the distant figure
slowly transforms its shape
into the stranger with a stagnant smile




Dan Fitzgerald



merciful snow,
gently covering the bare scars
of a year’s death.




Joseph J. Kozma



Silver drops of rain
Innocence and confidence
Decorated wind




Erin Castaldi



Finch softly sounds
Midnight's moon, curtly halved
Poised above my worry.




Susan Schmidlin



Near a thicket of brambles
white puffballs of fledgling killdeer
run helter skelter for cover




Patricia Rossi



unspoken words
phone rings at five a.m.
lingering regret




Angela Sargent



Quiet settles over
snow falling on mountain peaks.
We soak in silence.




Scott Hicks



mockingbird on the fence
perfect balance
on a tree’s shadow




Sally Connors



New York is silent
mysterious and throbbing
beneath the skin




Gabriel Rheaume



His hands
Like roots
Dig into the piano




Evie Groch



Pour me into August
like honey into tea,
slowly, sweetly, so I may be stirred.




Jackie Maugh Robinson



first time
playing snowball fetch
powdery dog looks miffed




Clarise Samuels



the soft footlights
cast shadows on the stage;
the actors are lit from within.




Michael Zone



then there's darkness
banana peel on the asphalt
sun blazing on the open grave




Natalie A. Drozda



Sails idle, unguided
A vague effacement
The wind drowns.




Susan Marie



Birds trill effortlessly,
without fear -
rejoicing all that is.




Jess Elliott



Aging Basset anoints shoulder in stink
Hedonist or advanced Buddhist?
Rollicking in the muck of life




Nells Wasilewski



night breezes
sweet echoes of violin
deep in summer dreams




Martha Christina



June fades like rose petals
in a crystal bowl; July arrives
bluer and brighter.




Nancy Scott



A tattooed, shirtless man
shopping cart parked by a broken meter
sips from a Starbucks's cup.




Mary Gunn



another year
of rushed mornings, skipped breakfasts,
red lights and time clocks...




Marieta Maglas



Love coils inside me as a tune.
Conceals what our bridge of sighs means.
I wish we could fly together.




Michael Cantin



Here, in the recesses of our dissolution
we can at last be lions.
Here we are free to make our own laws.




Lianne Kamp



Much like the kite -
we are only as free
as the strings are long




Pamela Corbett



butterflies
pirouette-
a soirée in air




Melissa Patterson



The evening sky
darkens the small valley town
Streetlights flicker




Lorraine Cipriano



Extremely fluid
futuristic leather boy
all about texture




Lorraine Cipriano



Parisian dandy
such murderous jealousy
yet so self-absorbed




Peter Jastermsky



fungi strewn
across lawn
grass cut today




Joshua Allen



I could stay angry
but the bite
was from a bed bug.




Elizabeth Ramirez



Cries pierce the morning
Caretakers feed reassurance
To cages filled with despair




Nicholas D'Angelo



Time and speed
No foundation, no rest
Forward fear




Colin Campbell



borneo hornbill
dreams of blue sarawak skies
in low monsoon clouds




Pamela Corbett



scattered seashells
at low tide-
bare earth's jewels