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Issue 47

POETS

BHATTACHARYA, ISHITA
BLANKE, HEIDI GRIMINGER
BORCZON, MATTHEW
BOTTA, NANCY
BRIGHTMAN , SIOBHAN
CASTALDI, ERIN
CIPRIANO, LORRAINE
CORBETT, JULIE
COTTRELL, SUZANNE
DAU, BRIAN
DECKER, LAURIE
DEVERAUX, VAL
FAHEY, MARY CRANE
FILIPEK, AGNIESZKA
FLANAGAN, MICHAEL
GENTRY, SUSAN
GREER, CHRISTOPHER
HEDMAN, ANGELA
KAMP, LIANNE
KANE, REBECCA
KAPARDELI, EFTICHIA
KATZ, ALBERT
LAGANIA, BRYON
LAUTON, JULIE P.
LAYAOEN, KAYLA
LOW, MARC-US
MALIK, VYOMI
MCMANES, ROBERT
MELTON, BILL
MILLER, DEAN K
MULLEN, RENE
PAYNE , KIM
POLETO, REBECCA
POND, RACHEL
PROULX, MICHAEL
QURESHI, MARYAM
RHEAUME , GABRIEL
RILEY, JOHN
ROBINSON, JACKIE MAUGH
SAKAI, SUZANNE
SARGENT, ANGELA
SCHWARTZ, GREG
SCHWEICKERT, CODY
SCOTT, CLAIRE
SHIPP, KATHERINE
SUBACCHI, DAVID
TEAGUE, HEATHER
THORN, JONATHAN
TRISTRAM, HANNAH-ROSE
WASILEWSKI, NELLS

Lianne Kamp



broken heart
us curled back to back in bed
at odds with our shape




Bill Melton



one long bony leg
disappears in still water
black-crowned night-heron




Katherine Shipp



My imagination tires of me.
I ride it like a pregnant mare
along the haunted moors.




Matthew Borczon



Sharp footed crows
walk across human skulls
the scratching sound is my reality.




Mary Crane Fahey



November moon transfigures pewter skies
Deserted fields, cornstalks cast shadows
Winds blow snow scent into bare places




Rene Mullen



Venn diagram
Circles of life and love
And the rare intersection




Gabriel Rheaume



red leaves
and rose petals
decorate the gutter




Val Deveraux



The sea awaits me
With brilliant shiny objects
To touch and return




Claire Scott



in the underbelly of love
in the shadow beneath the swing
grief unfolds leathery wings




Michael Flanagan



one summer day
leaking from the bailer
silage’s sweet tang




Kim Payne



Leaves falling as a veil
Autumn colors swirl
Loneliness has no name




Erin Castaldi



delicate breeze
dancing across velvet petals
opening night




Julie P. Lauton



orb on emerald blade
night gifts dawn
dewy drops




Heather Teague



This is what a soul looks like.
Dark words atop a bright background.
Humanity is composed of contrasts.




Angela Hedman



dampened thought alone
was an iron paperweight
on pale, feathered lungs




Angela Sargent



Bony branches, stark against
A fiery autumn sky
Birds escape in crisp formation




David Subacchi



plastic model cavalryman
astride a plastic horse
sabre never falling.




Ishita Bhattacharya



slowly awaiting
salvation from reality
ceaselessly dreaming




Marc-us Low



desire curls flamelike,
faced like a little tiger,
inquisitive




Albert Katz



it is so much easier
to write of betrayal
than of love




Suzanne Sakai



wind gusts on the side porch
fingertip keyboard click-clicks
-Night craves solitude




Hannah-Rose Tristram



Walking in the dark
high on mulled Christmas carols.
Parents guard and guide.




Heidi Griminger Blanke



Old age is like waiting for the bus.
It seems it will never come,
then, one day, it whisks you away.




Greg Schwartz



neighborhood pond
all the fish
we never caught




Vyomi Malik



Blackened boat
Rowing furiously
An azure cotton saree




Jackie Maugh Robinson



stroking
an aquarium stingray
too far the sea




Agnieszka Filipek



I watch the rain
washing dirty windows
my fingerprints remain




Jonathan Thorn



Peering into you
His eyes hammer into your soul
Exploding in light




Christopher Greer



Greedy little beast,
unsatisfied and longing--
always wanting more.




Rebecca Kane



Kansas landscape
beating boredom from the backseat
counting telephone poles




Bryon Lagania



golden sun
growth's scent travels on warm wind
ice trickles




Kayla Layaoen



Quiet, wind-shaken,
still and lulling back and forth.
Single tree, sparse leaves.




Robert McManes



I can't imagine real flowers
winter has closed imagination’s borders
and locked me a colorless cage




Siobhan Brightman



Through the mud blossoms beauty
But we must dive in feet first
Before we can find the lotus




Eftichia Kapardeli



The wings of a loving butterfly
The petals hit the soul
blooming blooms




Nancy Botta



An ocean of shale
couldn't keep lovers apart—
weeds reach for the sun




Suzanne Cottrell



Forest green leaves eager to emerge
Await thawing soil and longer days
Finally Amethyst, butter, white crocuses




Cody Schweickert



Sonorous bell envelopes village
In songs of flesh united
In cries of threnody




Nells Wasilewski



Sky of tangled clouds
unhappy and foreboding
pours out its wrath




Maryam Qureshi



Pale Autumn Moon...
Withering Face
Lonely Maiden




Susan Gentry



Winter storm warnings trigger
searches for gloves, skates and sleds
notices of school closings




John Riley



Inside cities I've walked country miles,
watched lights turn on and off
in houses perched on little lawns.




Brian Dau



The wind chimes lost
their root note and blew
unresolved against the sky.




Laurie Decker



Words spun, gossamer fine
whisper across a dancing flame,
love among the ashes.




Michael Proulx



Wind-blown snow
My mind a drift
Yet so focused




Dean K Miller



Now, just a moment away from your past
And staring into your future
You know where you must go




Rachel Pond



torn journal paper
black ink— wounded heart archives
bleeding poetry




Rebecca Poleto



Leaves tumble down,
a carpet of red
crunching beneath my shoes.




Julie Corbett



reclaiming a family name
unrelated partners
reliably unconnected with a past




Lorraine Cipriano



He broke down her walls
rebuilt them adding windows
letting sunshine in