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Issue 43

POETS

AGNEW, ZACH
ALDRIDGE, BOBBY
AMATO, NATALLI
AMONETT, MORGAN
BERINGER, LAURIE
BJOTVEDT, CONNOR
BRUCK, INGRID
CATES, ANNA
COCKBURN, DIANE
COTTRELL, SUZANNE
CRUPI, BRANDON
DAVIS, PATRICIA
DAVITT, DEBORAH
DECKER, LAURIE
DEPAUL, MARIA
DUNCAN, STEVEN
EDMUNDS, CATHERINE
ESTABROOK, MICHAEL
FLANAGAN, MICHAEL
GRAVINA, KRISTYL
HOLMES, RYN
JOHNSON-SAUNDERS, RHONDA
JONES, LARRY
KAMP, LIANNE
KANE, REBECCA
KOLIN, PHILIP
KOZMA, JOSEPH J.
LEHANE, JANINE
LEVINE, BRUCE
MALIK, VYOMI
MELTON, BILL
MILLER, BANKS
OAKSHADOW, BANWYNN
OLARU, MARIUS
POND, RACHEL
PUELS, RAINA K.
ROSSI, PATRICIA
RUSSELL, ARTHUR
RUSSELL, RUSTY
RUTH-KILLGORE, CHANACEE
SARGENT, ANGELA
SCOTT, CLAIRE
SIMMONS, JON
SIMON, TERRI
SLONAKER, ADRIAN
SMITH, JENNIFER
TOZER, MEGHAN JOYCE
WHITFIELD, AYAME
ZONE, MICHAEL

Arthur Russell



When people say they’re sorry,
I feel inadequate because I’m not,
and it was my mother.




Vyomi Malik



Blue ripples kiss
Sun admist sand
Oh bliss profound




Ingrid Bruck



willow gold hair whips
hellebore bells unfurl
under spring snow




Kristyl Gravina



Our love has blighted
Like a shadow overcast
a shining light ray




Lianne Kamp



your discarded dreams
woke me from my sleep last night
what a price we pay for love




Brandon Crupi



Unknown hour--
A smile behind a pacifier
replaces needed sleep.




Rhonda Johnson-Saunders



a barefoot step back to summer
the acrid smell of cigarette
smoke stales lemon drop memories




Maria DePaul



Sheet rain pounds petals
Streets become rivers of pink
Cherry blossoms fall




Ryn Holmes



A gathering of incandescent silver
meanders beneath the stars
numinous and illuminant.




Laurie Decker



Your words fill me up
as ink caresses my skin
I become your paper




BanWynn Oakshadow



In elegant silence
Inked brush revealing
Round stones in raked sand.




Joseph J. Kozma



much is going on
unplanned, undesired,
unforgiven




Meghan Joyce Tozer



An angry neighbor’s voice
scolding a dog, over and over
can ruin a sunset.




Diane Cockburn



This egg,
rolled from the thighs of a Phoenix,
burns blue fire.




Michael Flanagan



in the wee hours
Dogwood dons her bonnet
of green and white




Catherine Edmunds



Today I saw a weasel hurtling
through the undergrowth, needle-sharp
teeth and carnage—I thought of you.




Jennifer Smith



Tsunami struck us into silence
words, broken debris strewn
between us, recovery efforts begin




Anna Cates



Arctic grass seeds
a snow bunting samples
melting tundra




Deborah Davitt



Underwater love;
tentacles twining sweetly—
alien caress.




Chanacee Ruth-Killgore



Water bounds over rocks, laughing.
Wind rustles, turning the seasons.
Nature exhales and breathes new life.




Laurie Beringer



When I don’t kiss you at night
I fall to sleep bereft
Tomorrow looms too unknown




Michael Estabrook



Out back watching the sky with all
its blue tumbling down through
the branches and leaves to the ground.




Connor Bjotvedt



I collect foreign
currency. I don’t know why.
I never leave home.




Rebecca Kane



wind across water
unraveling thread of ducks
corduroy ripples




Rachel Pond



hummingbirds flutter
sweet nectar discovery
iridescent blur




Banks Miller



westward fires fade
to hyacinth and violet
dusk’s perfect moment




Jon Simmons



Primal eyes can see but not understand
They close up tight against the world
Dreams like a kaleidoscope




Zach Agnew



Lines of grey
Streak across the scalp,
Marking a transition.




Rusty Russell



You lose your passport
in a dream, and crabapples
blossom in the yard.




Bobby Aldridge



crouched and growling
the low fire
lulled asleep




Bill Melton



water mirrors life
sometimes with a glassy calm
sometimes turbulent




Suzanne Cottrell



Water droplets streaking cracked windows
Squiggling, creating erratic paths
Like pinball, adolescent moments




Terri Simon



Rain on the windshield,
constellations
refracting what is to come.




Angela Sargent



Roaring hum of engines
We coast smoothly through the clouds
Buzzing conversations as we touch down




Adrian Slonaker



Sunday morning fog
Permeates skin and feelings,
Shielding me from view.




Marius Olaru



Nature, the oldest master writer alive,
keeps sending its works to us,
its spoilt readers.




Natalli Amato



Between sunset and sunrise
we picked off our innocence-
a blistering, itching scab.




Patricia Davis



forest sounds...
the trail
through his cedar flute




Larry Jones



heads pop up
from behind the fence
invisible trampoline




Philip Kolin



Three nuns praying
on cushioned kneelers
God's palace




Ayame Whitfield



your trembling hands
are robins in flight,
returning to their nest.




Steven Duncan



pop me open
like a Russian doll
if you want more




Janine Lehane



peach blossoms falling
like delicate balladeers
exhausted by song




Morgan Amonett



Why listen to mortal clamor
and the ringing of the bell
when you can hear the Trees whisper




Patricia Rossi



hopscotch etched sidewalk
childhood memories of summer
chalked in shades of simplicity




Bruce Levine



When unto touch
Impenetrable towers
Open your heart before your eyes




Michael Zone



alluring maiden
of waves, siren's song washing
upon the rocks of human folly




Raina K. Puels



confident drifters
independent twirls
intertwined as one




Claire Scott



absence is not empty at all
not a void or a vacuum
but filled with voices of those we loved