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Issue 48

POETS

BARNEY, CARY
BARNHART, SAMUEL
CARBER, LEN
CASTALDI, ERIN
CLASKY, JILLIAN
COTTRELL, SUZANNE
DEAL, JOHN
DECKER, LAURIE
DEPAUL, MARIA
DICKSON, JULIE
DODSON, STEVE
DROZDA, NATALIE A.
FLANAGAN, MICHAEL
GAINES, JAMES
GENTRY, SUSAN
HANLON, JAMES
HARTWELL, RICHARD
HEDMAN, ANGELA
IANNUCCI, NANCY
IUPPA, M.J.
JACKMAN, DIANE
LILLEY, SCOTT
LYNN, A.M.
MALIK, VYOMI
MELTON, BILL
METZGER, STEPHANIE
MORRIS, SABINA
ORLANDO, JUSTIN
PAL, SUNAYNA
PIATT, JAMES
POND, RACHEL
POWELL, JOHN
PROULX, MICHAEL
ROBINSON, JACKIE MAUGH
ROSSI, PATRICIA
SACCO, LINDA
SCOTT, CLAIRE
SHEFF, JAKE
SIMPSON, KEN
SMITH, MICHAEL
SPENCER, WILLIAM
SPITZENBERGER, RAY
TEAGUE, HEATHER
TRISTRAM, HANNAH-ROSE
WASILEWSKI, NELLS
WATERS, RYAN
WERNER, ERIN
WRIGHT, ABIGAIL E.
YOUNG, CYNTHIA

Bill Melton



the white racing clouds
skip from puddle to puddle
never getting wet




Julie Dickson



legs thick as tree trunks on concrete
wonder how freedom might feel
gray beast sways in sorrow




Justin Orlando



Shadow's shadow
cut from the wall,
split by candle flame.




Natalie A. Drozda



Morning dove perches, silent
in unconfessed darkness
I am a stranger to myself.




Suzanne Cottrell



Winding road lined with memories
Risks involved in retrieving
Some better left behind




Michael Flanagan



childhood memory…
a red flame in the darkness
and a dog’s wet nose




James Hanlon



tonight I saw a god
not a man
in the moon




Sabina Morris



the brackish water underneath the bow
the oars clicking, your breath hot
the pelicans still, watching our death




Heather Teague



Sitting at the computer
Mocked by that ever beating ebony bar
Words confine hearts seeking liberation




Jackie Maugh Robinson



candle flames
adding weight and time
to chiffon cake




Hannah-Rose Tristram



Branches heave with wet
red fruit. Fecund cider scent
comforts orchard air.




Laurie Decker



Scarlet lips kiss a song
Fingers tickle ivory
Whiskey pours, lovers drown




Michael Proulx



bells in the background
sound of the river flowing
covering the sound in my heart




M.J. Iuppa



winter’s foggy gloom—
the flower shop’s door opens:
wholly daffodils




Erin Castaldi



chasing altitude
droplets pelt the glass
in-flight jitters




Ray Spitzenberger



blots on rice paper
freshly cut bamboo, new ink
words no longer flow




Claire Scott



circling and spinning sticky silk
waiting for a fly or the careless hand
of God wiping his forehead




Diane Jackman



summer river flows
implacable to the sea
sadness ebbs away




William Spencer



Hard spring wheat lay
In golden sun. An ocean grows:
Red Fyfe tsunami.




Cynthia Young



Children perched like Hitchcock's birds
on steel playground bars at Recess,
looking just as innocent.




Richard Hartwell



Flattened frog, wafer thin road toad,
dried, sprung free of the pavement,
lifted by wind, floated to the berm.




Susan Gentry



Buried treasure fantasies
and sand castles by the sea
contaminate reality




Vyomi Malik



Ocher humps
The camels and the hillocks
Drink in the indigo lake’s breeze




John Powell



Though you are a thousand miles away
This is our space
And you saturate it




Angela Hedman



thoughts unraveling
tangled knots of fragile threads
catastrophic mess




Jake Sheff



The caterpillar’s
vision flies away. Good false
targets find good aim.




Samuel Barnhart



Dead earth holds answers
Who will ask it a question?
In snow, memories




Ryan Waters



Traffic jam
Red light drishti
Breathe...




Scott Lilley



What the moon sees
I capture in a mason jar
and leave it rotting, labelless




Heather Teague



Perhaps the sky is only blue
because we declare, nodding our heads
in fallacious approval, "It must be."




James Piatt



My mind reaches out
Finding bits of absurdness
In the emptiness




Sunayna Pal



Separated by distance, Heart
doesn't meet the cherished
but in desires and dreams.




John Deal



the cold smell of fear
punishes the blackest night
to warn of the one




Steve Dodson



running to the top
even as the top is falling
even as you say your last prayer




Patricia Rossi



blank canvas perched on easel
palette strewn in freshly squeezed color
waiting for inspiration




Len Carber



Solitary bird,
why sing you only of spring
outside my window?




Nancy Iannucci



Women cower to his will
A hurricane blows
Palm trees bend




Maria DePaul



Steam rises from the blacktop at midday
Children dance through sprinklers
Laughter greets the butterflies




Erin Werner



Episodic schizophrenia:
Grandma needn't strain
to hear the voice of God.




James Gaines



We watch wrestlers rant and pose
Blue veins like excited snakes
Writhing beneath their skin




Nells Wasilewski



sparkling sapphire eyes
flash of long forgotten love
sunlight on water




Cary Barney



boots propped on tables
hats pulled down over tired eyes
flight delayed again




Abigail E. Wright



hand picked roses
sunday evening
garden of truth




Michael Smith



A tarnished mirror,
Casting all of my complaints.
Oh, why do you lie?




Stephanie Metzger



It was the distance
between the head and the heart
that kept us apart.




A.M. Lynn



Swirling suds drown old worries
Clearing the streaming mind, but
All the world falls in droplets




Jillian Clasky



Charcoal-threaded skies
rampage through the sunlit fields,
purging Earth of virtue.




Linda Sacco



Atop a spindly-armed tree,
waving to indifferent cars.
Last autumn leaf.




Ken Simpson



The autopsy showed
truth died of neglect
many years ago.




Rachel Pond



brush strokes capturing
the taste of his lips; painting
art and love as one