Issue 41

Bill Melton

a sultry moon peers from behind a gauzy cloud beaconing lovers

Jeff King

The napping duck drifts like an untethered boat in the October breeze

Mandy Macdonald

luminescent moth the evening primrose glimmers night is here

Jay Friedenberg

sleeping swans a veil of mist hangs over the lake

Gareth Culshaw

KINGFISHER You dragged a blue flame gave drifting water purpose buttoned fish to stone

Anna Cates

autumn winds— rabbit in the grass rabbit in the moon

Eve Chilicas

Crackled whips of bursting fires flame sparkling in the black of night.

Linda Sacco

Aftertaste of summer clings to skin like sand, trailing regretful affairs.

Charles Kell

Silent, a white figure descends into the blue. Here, echo, follow me.

Angela Sargent

Evening breaks vibrantly Crimson cheeks, frost-flecked leaves Fiery sun yields Fall moon.

Ron Scully

park swings stirring stand of distant pines sway proof the world is round

John MacDonald

Tomatillos draped over my wood fence. Neighbor? Would they be mine now?

Russell Richardson

Courage is no mask Fabricated by the mind But the heart’s whisper

Lianne Kamp

Night slides on its belly behind the blue bleeding through the dying day

Robert Hanley

I envy those who need the vastness Of an ocean or infinity Of space, in order to feel small

Cherese Cobb

crystal pond my reflection shattered by the whiskers of a koi

Zach Agnew

Fingers entwine, Linking two lost souls Who no longer need to wander.

Tina Stickles

Golden leaves float on black water Chilly breeze

Melissa Patterson

Autumn wind Leaves crushed underfoot Melancholy heart

Mike Ambrose

a subtle stream trundles on the stone face of ancient granite majesty riven one pebble at a time

Dan Corjescu

The Poet as Saint Sebastian They poked and probed Saturnine Hibiscus

Michael Estabrook

mirage of mountains moving in the distance turning pink in the setting sun

Erin Castaldi

Leaves collide Dust lifts whirling dervish Red moon concedes.

Renee Francoeur

Between the doe and the love... Ask Emily Dickinson— It’s the long, brown stick of life.

James Reinert

wintering pink blossoms crowd rays of sunshine nose prints on glass

Nicholas Froumis

withered flower petals remnants on marble marker pieces left behind

Chien Ying Ng

loneliness two houses facing a jungle

Emiliano Vasquez

Snowflakes fall Like pieces of heaven As the gates are left opened

David Shultz

Flame speckled leaf falls From shivering oak to dance On winter whispers

Joanna M. Weston

police station - a riot of blue & yellow pansies

Rebecca Kane

stooped heads ink haired women mahjong tiles clicking

Karen Edwards

At once betrayed as mouth stayed shut you played me well.

Gabriel Rheaume

Abandoned houses Stand Like tombstones

Ayaz Daryl Nielsen

dreaming among them taking words to bed with us side-by-naked-side

Cody Schweickert

icy streets, laminated, reflect December’s cold lunar glow

Scott Hotaling

raindrops like mirrors reflecting our memories my spirit refreshed

Melissa Robinson

crisp white dresses wilting like lilies graveside service in july

Joseph J. Kozma

Ring around the moon Owls speak in syllables, Stage and performance.

Anja Benevento

The moon is a bright, waxing gibbous. The land starving, then gorged. We keep dying.

Katherine Webber

Shining waters shattered By golden sunshine Into gritty salt

Lorraine Cipriano

Georgia O’Keeffe moonflowers from night garden brushed against soft lips

Kaela Fox

mahogany desktop Tiffany framed photos- myself and the dog

C.W. Buxton

The writing isn’t on the wall It’s in front of your face After you fall

Dean K Miller

Moon sways tide Cricket chirps songs of night fall Wisdom waits for dawn

Deborah Davitt

Piano tuning notes pinging, paired; singing sweetly.

Theresa Cancro

early dusk seeping into the moss a horned owl’s call

Judith Paterson

My daughter sees invisible spiders In the basement Where Christmas waits in boxes

Samuel Barnhart

Petals drift away Eventually we have Nothing but our thorns

Kelly Sauvage Angel

chaste kisses now moist with yearning tender still

Gregory Triplett

blueberries thawing oh, the dew that summer morning