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Issue 4

POETS

ANTEBI, DEBBI
BARKER, BARTHOLOMEW
BOYLE, STORY
BRAGER, HEATHER
BUCKLEY, THOMAS
CARR, LAURENCE
CUDZILO, BRIAN
DAVID, INGRID
DAVIDSON, TRACY
ELLMAN, NEIL
FLANDERS, RHETA
FOLKART, ALICE
FOWLER, MILO JAMES
GOOD, HOWIE
HARTWELL, RICHARD
HAYES, THOMAS
JOO, JUNGMIN
JOY, ALEXANDER
LARKE, MAUDE
LESLIE, STEPHEN
MARTINEZ, PABLO MIGUEL
NELSON, ERIC
NESTEROVA, YULIYA
NGO, DEBORAH
RATCLIFFE, MICHAEL
RIGGIN, GARRIN
ROMO, GB
RUBIROSA, DJ
SCOTT, ANDREW
SHAPIRO, BARBARA
STEELE, CRAIG
SYNCLAIR, A.G
WARD, ANTHONY
WEBB, DON
WESTON, JOANNA M.
WHITMAN, NEAL

Don Webb



A hypodermic
of broken words in brain-vein
Bill’s eternal nod.




Story Boyle



To Florida, we’re the same,
the people and the pepper trees:
conquistadors.




Michael Ratcliffe



I sit on the pier;
The river flows slowly past.
So much like my life.




A.g Synclair



Red river desert
accipitridae seek food
the spoils of war




Bartholomew Barker



Grasping reality is
Trying to save a bee
In a swimming pool




Alice Folkart



Womb-like heat,
damp and throbbing,
birth of summer




Joanna M. Weston



her funeral
the pale colours
of distant islands




Barbara Shapiro



Perched atop a sign,
Seemingly squawking the words
We try to not laugh.




Barbara Shapiro



My favorite time of
day - he arrives by school bus
to embrace his dad.




Milo James Fowler



postmodern ballads
work for food need cash God bless
weathered cardboard signs




Anthony Ward



His eyes spilling down her blouse
Dribbling down her cleavage
Leaving a noticeable stain




Stephen Leslie



Her delicate hands
Beckon me over
Traffic cop




Stephen Leslie



Steps worn smooth
By millions of shod feet
National park




Stephen Leslie



Chief economist
Says the economy’s fine
His chauffeured car




Howie Good



The gull hovers on the crosswinds,
a hand doubtfully poised
over an empty chessboard.




DJ Rubirosa



Memory of memories:
Enchanting angel was she
Yet remains no more




Ingrid David



running water gently whispers
noisy birds patiently waiting
gifts of the universe




Tracy Davidson



frost-christened cobwebs
covering the garage door
the fumes go unseen




Deborah Ngo



"One day"
Two malicious words
One empty promise




Debbi Antebi



the crunching makes her cringe—
it’s the sudden sound of death
for the crushed snail.




Heather Brager



the devil came in
hovering in empty spaces
watching and waiting




Heather Brager



the dust is falling
drifting on air emulsified
a flurry of discontent




Heather Brager



moments owe us nothing
earth is hardwired for time
we’ll find fair again




GB Romo



Thorns surround my agave heart;
spirit and knowledge rest within;
one hundred years to flower.




GB Romo



Life is a horned toad resting in the shadow
of a rock, away from the blistering sun,
and the owl waiting at night.




Craig Steele



we ask our Greek tour guide
the name of local flowers:
"yellow 'beside-the-roadiums’"




A.g Synclair



four red roses bloom
and give a sense of purpose
to bored bumblebees




Yuliya Nesterova



Asphalt bear hug
for a wilted dandelion:
Fighter till the end




Brian Cudzilo



Beneath a stray cloud
a single budding rose grows
to its stems dismay.




Thomas Buckley



butterflies, stormy skies
schools of fish, a final kiss
inky mess- rorschach test




Neil Ellman



Folded like an origami crane
the universe assumes
its own reality.




Alexander Joy



How quiet it was
right before he shot himself...
How quiet after.




Garrin Riggin



He wore his suit like
a Bronx cheer; like a spit
painting in a gold frame.




Andrew Scott



Dance under the moonlight,
gazes that catch and share fire,
glowing romantics.




Andrew Scott



A sleeping angel,
resting in neverland tonight,
dreaming of rainbows.




Jungmin Joo



I ran as fast as I could,
and as hard as I could muster—
until my heart gave out.




Jungmin Joo



Stepped outside
to find a darkening sky.
Should I have?




Howie Good



Which way is tomorrow from here?
There’s a sun in the belly with a thousand rays.
How long it’s taking the light to reach us!




Pablo Miguel Martinez



boys bake on the beach
sexy ingredients stirred
slowly these sweets rise




Maude Larke



Contrast from bright light to darkness
is not disorienting enough to prevent
finding the balcony railing and vaulting over it.




Eric Nelson



Cars swerve to avoid
an old straw hat
lying in the street.




Thomas Hayes



Pretty girl in school
Stealing glances before class
Siren song of youth




Thomas Hayes



Long slow coffee sips,
bloodshot eyes greet the morning,
Party life ransom.




Neal Whitman



wind picking up
a gray fox
makes its rounds




Richard Hartwell



mother bird returns
feathered warmth and loving care
spring enters summer




Richard Hartwell



Fall is not remorse
Cyclic time cannot be lost
Spring revisits birth




Garrin Riggin



The delicate naked
branches made a puzzle
of the bridge and water.




Laurence Carr



pencil skates on sheets
wood on wood like skin on skin
a lover’s intrigue




Laurence Carr



pen chases paper
words find the writer’s heartbeat
they seek nothing else




Rheta Flanders



Grey weathered stone
Tilted to the right
Confederate Soldier