Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Antebi, Debbi
- Barnett, Brian
- Beavers, David
- Bickley, Sara
- Cancro, Theresa
- Christina, Martha
- Davis, Melissa
- Delabruere, Mary
- Demo, Caitlin
- Edwards, David
- Evans, Lee
- Fradkin, Chris
- Gray, Da
- Harmon, Tiffany
- Iuppa, M.j.
- Kaplon, Mark
- Kovac, Kim Peter
- Kranak, Joseph
- Leavitt, Erin
- Maddox, Stacy
- May, Nancy
- Mccann, Janet
- Mcgavock, Ie
- Mcnabb, Fiona
- Melton, Bill
- Nenadov, Mark
- O'neill, Eamonn
- Poulin, Robert Henry
- Ragsdale, Russell
- Ramirez-sanchez, Ed
- Ramser, Emily
- Ratcliffe, Michael
- Seymour, Jim
- Simon, Terri
- Therrien , Allan
- Ward, Dominic
- Weston, Joanna M.
Stacy Maddox
Yellow cat plots quietly
Basking with eyes half open
A slow demise of goldfish.
Fiona McNabb
Would you dare to come
around again, knowing what
I have dreamed of you?
Jim Seymour
listening to the darkness
and the soft, gentle rain-
you’re leaving today
Jim Seymour
the car pulls away-
one last wave
then the empty street
Emily Ramser
she wears key earrings
painted in creme and sunsets
when she talks to him.
Erin Leavitt
Love seems silly
like wondering why
cocaine smells so good
M.J. Iuppa
Blank note page
strand of spider silk
slips away
Brian Barnett
silent pointing man
silhouette beside my bed
glowing sulfur eyes
Mark Nenadov
My cage is rattled
by a flash of insufferable storm
so much for a quiet evening.
Eamonn O'Neill
this lake
wishing for a pebble
so still
Chris Fradkin
Laundry lines with
stockings sway like
jellyfish with tide.
David Edwards
birds anticipate
the sunrise with a chorus
raindrops interrupt
David Edwards
languid eyelids
lifting
clouds at sunset
David Edwards
fog
the sea becomes
only sound
Caitlin Demo
Arched feet and back,
bleeding toes,
Mother’s perfect ballerina.
Bill Melton
Feathers wet with rain
Robin waits for beak of worms
Mother always brings
Bill Melton
Leaves hang in silence
Hope that a breeze may find them
End of languor
Terri Simon
White crane sentinels
mark borders between progress
and the growth of trees.
David Beavers
Days drip
To fill an urn
Time starts over
Nancy May
round the river bend
whirlpool of currents grow strong
a new fate in life
Theresa Cancro
kestrel hovers
above its quarry --
partial eclipse
Joanna M. Weston
he sings to the beat
of the hammer . . .
music lesson
Ie Mcgavock
Even at eighty
cheeks textured and tinted
as fresh magnolia petal
Robert Henry Poulin
at the garden gate
the ugly weed blooms
no idea of beauty
Sara Bickley
Sunday morning. Feet
hurt passing one man riding
a two-person bike.
David Beavers
Burnt red and gold
Warm autumn ecstasy
Before the cold
M.J. Iuppa
sundial casts
quiet hours
summer leaves
M.J. Iuppa
Beneath cool mint
a green snake awakens
refreshed
Melissa Davis
With her last breathe she
Affirmed that she was simply
Happy for her life.
Debbi Antebi
after his funeral
I catch a bus limping along
on a long, lonely road
Debbi Antebi
he irons the creases
in his folded lies
with hot words
Janet McCann
slam haiku, his nose
bleeding from the impact of
a sharp, hard-flung verb!
Janet McCann
the white starched smile
sticks to the speaker’s sleeve
then falls to the rug
Kim Peter Kovac
listening to free jazz
complexity of patterns
controlled anarchy
Dominic Ward
Jaundice walks before me:
A brooding darkness takes my heart,
As I move into its wake.
Allan Therrien
Yelping dogs bear witness with vile abbreviation,
Tails curved under and closely held,
some boasting with fluid insubordination .
Ed Ramirez-Sanchez
Love and pain,
Inextricably intertwined,
The doomed duet.
Dominic Ward
The Sun,
Newly cold:
I love you no more.
Martha Christina
What to call the blue
of dawn? Monet
would know, and name.
Dominic Ward
Though forgive what you can,
Forgive not the love
That was rendered unfairly.
Michael Ratcliffe
Autumn rain falls cold,
washes away summer’s warmth.
Thoughts of her, my spring.
Joseph Kranak
Oh where were you eternity
When death came for a hungry fix?—
A meager life to slay.
Tiffany Harmon
nirvana was waiting
I lost you and found myself
a woman brand new
Tiffany Harmon
tinctures of voices
in a canticle of praise
an age of ephemera
DA Gray
Filtered light breaks on
blacktop, lifting rainbows from
oil’s dark residue.
Mark Kaplon
A cluster of flame, a candle
on the yawning, cavernous dark--
this township in the mountains
Mark Nenadov
over the hill
the weightlifting journey
of a crumb
Russell Ragsdale
The day is a dropped bottle
sparkling shards lay hidden
in a spicy puddle
Lee Evans
Agriculture’s slaves
Horses cows pigs chickens goats
Turn from us at the Fair
Mary Delabruere
Words grant access
Each letter a window
To being’s deepest recess