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Issue 8

POETS

BABCOCK, TERRA
BURNHAM, EDEN
CAMBERN, DIANE
CASSESE, RENEE
CHUNG, IAN
CORRELL, DON
DRURY, IVO
EDWARDS, DAVID
FARLEY, JOSEPH
FERDON, JOEL
FISHEL, ZACH
FLORENCE, VICTOR
GRANT, TODD
JOY, BERNARD
KOJI, WILLIAM F.
LANDAUER, LIBBY
MEEKS, KEVIN
MINARD, JAMES
MOORE, BROCK MARIE
OBRIAN, CATHERINE
ORRIS, SCOTT
RAJAMANICKAM, VISHNU
RATCLIFFE, MICHAEL
ROBBINS, DOUG
ROBINSON, JUSTIN ROBINSON
ROMO, GB
RYAN, LINDY
SIMMONS, ANDY
SYLVAN, ISABEL
TEMPLET, JASMINE
THYMIAN, JARI
WAGNER, ZACH
WESTON, JOANNA M.

Don Correll



The majesty of the starlit sky
Requires appreciation
Of darkness




Victor Florence



My mother showed me her scrapbook
of Abuelito’s funeral. That night
I dreamt of marigolds.




Terra Babcock



We made love to the scent
Of the vanilla pages of old books
Upon our paper skin.




Kevin Meeks



Hi Coup.
Greeting for revolution,
or something more.




Vishnu Rajamanickam



An eagle fledgling fell
Into the nest of a crow
And thought it was one.




Joseph Farley



White teeth, green tongue,
Waiting to chew each body
Gawking through the gate.




Joseph Farley



Bones in a clay jar,
Forgotten in a cave,
Sleeping through eons.




Bernard Joy



the mountains outside Salzburg
before I understood what zen was
the perfection of a snowflake on my sleeve




Michael Ratcliffe



It is enough to sit
and watch yesterday’s rain
drop from the leaves of trees.




Michael Ratcliffe



Dead roses lie on the table,
still bundled as they came from the store.
For want of water, they withered.




Ivo Drury



hat ribbons trail behind him
as the skiff progresses upstream
lotus pods burst with ripe seeds




Ivo Drury



his letter
secured in apron pocket
her amulet against the day




Catherine OBrian



Cold tears dampened the pillow
until warm rain washed the bed again
with the fragrance of intimacy




Libby Landauer



Broken umbrellas thrive
in trash bins
on rainy days.




Catherine OBrian



I pass on the bliss of nirvana to
continue this awkward dance of
missed cues and mangled toes




Todd Grant



a purple amethyst
radiates between her breasts
my winter moon




Joanna M. Weston



two men
by the lamppost
gossip column




Joanna M. Weston



Christmas Day
your voice
for the last time




GB Romo



Forty nights in the desert
howling sutras to the dharma moon.
Her fullness brings me life.




Jari Thymian



I find the sagging place
in the barbed wire
where others also trespassed




Jari Thymian



bird seller
at the mercado
too many poached songs




Justin Robinson Robinson



The sun keeps watch over me
as I drive down the freeway
leading home.




Zach Fishel



Her eyes were as green as old Heineken bottles
But I broke them
Like my heart after the bus pulled out.




Zach Fishel



Your laugh is a bowl
filled with the bells of churches
burnt down without fear.




Lindy Ryan



The first sound, which heard
when the roar of silence breaks,
is the sound of joy




Lindy Ryan



They carry disease
floating on their bloated tongues,
these chatty women




Scott Orris



My nude conscience
reads Genesis
in the orgasm of night.




David Edwards



watching
candle light flicker
winter winds




David Edwards



quietly
before our eyes
smoke whispers fire’s anger




Zach Wagner



I am nothing
but a square peg,
forced into this round world.




James Minard



The winter solstice
is the first step in the long
quest for warmer days.




Isabel Sylvan



I want you in your perfect blue
press you to the sky
unfold you.




Isabel Sylvan



This river leads into a stream.
If we survive the rapids,
we still won’t reach the sea.




Brock Marie Moore



salamander’s child
expelled from school
for starting fires




Ian Chung



hold me please hold me
so I did as if a hug
could shut out the smoke




Ian Chung



the sky is falling
guess who has the last laugh now
Chicken Little crows




Ian Chung



when the dust settles
the machines will still hum on
metal does not die




Diane Cambern



We live in the realm of airways
You cannot reconcile anymore
with those who keep to the ground




Diane Cambern



I will meet you on the shore
Stars will be heavy around us
The water a velvet song




Andy Simmons



Hearing the keys in my pocket shake,
the blue eyes of the homeless man
cleans his coal color cheeks.




Joel Ferdon



Honeysuckle lips
Against dry and cracked concrete.
The body withers.




Eden Burnham



Stolen from her nest
She grew up unaware
Lost Bird is her name.




Eden Burnham



Out of all the stars
You shone the brightest
And all too soon you faded.




Jasmine Templet



Herman Melville invaded
my dreams with visions of great
white large breasted mammals




Renee Cassese



full moon
peeks below a cloud
eavesdropping on my dreams




Renee Cassese



First day of winter
Full moon
Redeem the coin for deep dreams




William F. Koji



River freezes
old dam swept away
down, down the valley




Renee Cassese



The air pulses
An angel breathes
Rose petals flutter




William F. Koji



Grandfather’s clock
Never quite catches up
To the right time




Doug Robbins



Spring flowers emerge.
From mother’s fertilizer.
My tears make them bloom.