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Issue 7

POETS

9966, GREENDREAM
ANTEBI, DEBBI
BRASSEUR, JEAN
CHRISTINA, MARTHA
CLARKE, LAUREN
COOK, CONNOR
CRUMPTON, JC
DAVID, INGRID
GOTHAM, WARREN
GRANT, TODD
HARRIS, HEATHER
HAYES, JOHN
HENDRICKSON, TYLER
HODIL, JACK
JOY, BERNARD
KELLER, CHRISTOPHER
KLONOSKI, BRIAN
KORSGAARD, SEAN
LARKE, MAUDE
LARSEN, NINA
LESLIE, STEPHEN
LIPPS, NATHAN
MACLEAN, J.S.
MARSHALL, RICKEY
MINARD, JAMES
MULLAN, DL
MURPHY, MICKEY
NEFF, VICTORIA
NESTEROVA, YULIYA
PILGRIM, TIMOTHY
PLOVNICK, ROSS
RAJAMANICKAM, VISHNU
RATCLIFFE, MICHAEL
RIDGEWAY, KEVIN
RIGGIN, GARRIN
ROMO, GB
ROSS, ELLIOT
SCHEER, WAYNE
SCHMIDT, WENDY
SIMMONS, ANDY
STEPHENSON, CHARLES
SUCCRE, RAY
TRUNCALE, JOSEPH
TUSTIN, JOHN
WHITMAN, NEAL

Maude Larke



He’s an excellent violist,
but, so odd,
he has harmonium feet.




John Tustin



Johnny at the door
Hears our bedroom argument
Outside, rain in sheets




John Tustin



You stand in the dark
You shine against a fat moon
That tells us – "begin"




Yuliya Nesterova



Century-old tree
ground in a printer:
page half-filled.




Garrin Riggin



The painter to the poet -
’With so many colors,
how do you ever choose’?




Andy Simmons



I drive with my eyes on it:
The sweet ladybug trying
to fly off my dusty dashboard.




Jean Brasseur



lying seductively
in a snowy field
my missing glove




Ross Plovnick



if we could choose our parents
when we’re young enough
to dream in every color




Bernard Joy



your long history of hope, elegised,
how the sun spreads out
between the trees




Timothy Pilgrim



No more desert, love grows
as you make deep grooves
with your sharp hooves.




J.S. MacLean



A foot stamps
so the chaff whispers
with nightcrawlers




J.S. MacLean



return to Kenya
tears on a mother’s breast
home into the rift




Tyler Hendrickson



I fell into my shadow
crumbling at the edge
of what I knew possible




Garrin Riggin



She liked small boxes.
Empty inside, she
sometimes painted them.




Joseph Truncale



Bursting colors,
An artists’s dream,
Fall trees.




Mickey Murphy



The moon’s ascension
Quiet whispers of stories
Shadows swirl in smoke.




JC Crumpton



help us, save us, succor us
we screamed and we screamed.
receding in the distance.




Martha Christina



Small stars of Bethlehem
spike their way through
dirt the color of Franciscan robes.




Martha Christina



When it sings,
even the hermit thrush
calls another’s name.




Martha Christina



Unseasonable cotton
against corduroy and wool,
bird song against snow.




Victoria Neff



driving through the prairie,
you saw a stove.
’free range’ it said.




John Hayes



snow flakes swirl
waves crash
on a silent silhouetted shore




Rickey Marshall



At last at last
apples ripen
in Fall in Love




James Minard



The cricket chorus
Slowly fading one by one:
Summer to Autumn.




Connor Cook



Dew clings to grass like
a tired climber to a precipice:
slowly...slipping away.




Ray Succre



Eyes wet behind curls of hair?
I am recompense.
Eyes set amid holes of bone.




Neal Whitman



time to lie down
a slice of silence
in the hush of dusk




Ingrid David



Beware the power of your voice
Hurtful words that tumble out
Forever in the universe




Nina Larsen



He kissed me and the sea was black –
Small sparks, fluorescent jellyfish,
a starfish reaching for his feet.




GB Romo



In the desert night,
the moon stalks the dark side
of my mind.




Michael Ratcliffe



She turned and kissed me softly.
I could not force my mind
to remain within the dream.




Stephen Leslie



After sinking a hole in one
Then he sinks another
Dentist drill




Christopher Keller



You say You love me
while I curse all Creation –
You say it again.




Debbi Antebi



the drip drip drip of the water—
the light footsteps of time
quickly trickling away




Sean Korsgaard



If you must choose to
Cultivate Mind, Body, and Soul
Always choose the soul.




DL Mullan



round dark silhouette
cocooned velvet now spreads free
as spring warms the blooms




Wayne Scheer



Autumn
Jackson Pollack dabbing color
On drab a canvas.




Nathan Lipps



Dead embers lie down
Filling up a Charnel house
And men drink fire




VISHNU RAJAMANICKAM



Dew on the leaf
Slips down
Loses identity




Kevin Ridgeway



Avocados line this cemetery
Of crumbs of leaf and stem
Together in nature’s dry soup




Charles Stephenson



The profit lies in the side work.
They brew stimulants.
They call it fair trade.




Elliot Ross



birdcages, rib-cages
dried beaks and telephone bills--
carrion luggage




Lauren Clarke



I smell your scent
In the middle of the city street
And forget that you are gone.




Brian Klonoski



The sky bleeds
as wild horses run by
and I stand alone and cry.




Greendream 9966



From the sky I came down
To live in your eyes
To see what I missed




Warren Gotham



Melting candle, light
Two flowing heartbeats, dark night
Cool to the touch, dawn




Todd Grant



secrets revealed
heated stars tremble
two tongues meet




Heather Harris



The instinct of the rolled potato bug
the mouse playing dead under cat claws
is in you, to withstand and survive




Wendy Schmidt



Inexperienced in love,
she wore her heart on her sleeve.
He left a permanent mark.




Jack Hodil



The serial killer has no regrets.
He has never believed in karma,
only the people.