Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Antebi, Debbi
- Bacharach, Deborah
- Barnes, David-matthew
- Barnett, Brian
- Barone, Angelica
- Berza, April Mae
- Bounds, Sandra
- Brown, Susan
- Campbell, Colin
- Cancro, Theresa
- Chakraborty, Souvik
- Chameleon, Jesus
- Chircop, Charmaine
- Chong, Joyce
- Christina, Martha
- Cohowicz, Marybeth
- De Dominicis, Tamara
- Delia, Doug
- Edwards, David
- Gusek, Chris
- Hammermeister, Kai
- Kavanaugh, David
- Kovac, Kim Peter
- May, Nancy
- Mcnerney, Joan
- Melton, Bill
- Momen, Rayna
- Nicholas, Joe
- Nisbet, Robert
- Ott, Amanda
- Rushton, Biff
- S., Preeti
- Samuels, Clarise
- Samuelson, Audrey
- Scalzo, Emily Jo
- Schnap, Richard
- Thacker, Nicholas
- Tribe, Sean
- Ward, Brandon
- Wasilewski, Nells
- Weston, Joanna M.
Martha Christina
Hawkweed blooms at the extinct
volcano’s rim; small reminder
of where I’ve come from, where I am.
Susan Brown
Blue cascading ice
Chill over a lively slope
Pond depositing
Audrey Samuelson
Money for rent and food and formula
Earned by satisfying strangers
While her infant son dreams nearby
Bill Melton
Buds swell defiant
Of ice encrusted branches
Awaiting spring thaw
Bill Melton
Snow capped conifer
Nature in a yarmulke
Without religion
Nells Wasilewski
shadows at midnight
seduced clouds follow a breeze
turning on the stars
Brian Barnett
skeletal sentry
undead cemetery guard
securing the grounds
Theresa Cancro
shafts of March sunlight
rouge the sallow corners
of old winter days.
Tamara De Dominicis
jewelled dusk
birds constellate
the evening sky
Richard Schnap
Help wanted
Recently widowed
Nights and weekends
Colin Campbell
fury of the deep
knowing where the herring goes
when we put to sea
David Kavanaugh
waves in the wheat
the yellow tractor
goes sailing
Angelica Barone
silent morn
shrouds dreams in sleep
with a misty veil
Jesus Chameleon
quietly stand there...
baseball brothers and good friends
to the Port we go!
Robert Nisbet
As she pondered his sadness
her face clouded
with sudden care and love
Chris Gusek
stray cat trots
across the street
wishing me luck
Brandon Ward
Crow sails slowly across
A grey watercolored sky-
Cawing for another
Debbi Antebi
she keeps chasing sleep
down winding stairs of dark thoughts
into the abyss
David Edwards
The beauty of snow
photography is in the
snow not the photo.
Biff Rushton
Adrift in sunlight
Among the cherry blossoms
This mockingbird heart
Kim Peter Kovac
Mandela is gone -
now calming the heavens
with wit and grace
Angelica Barone
etched in ice
frozen fractals
shimmer brightly
Preeti S.
a silent presence
framed within wooden sticks
a thanks left unsaid
Joe Nicholas
Useless chattering.
An ego’s annoyance. I
cannot raise my own.
Souvik Chakraborty
I looked into those eyes.
They had nothing more to say.
Yet I could not look away.
Joanna M. Weston
the crew plays
tug o’war ...
mooring lines
Joyce Chong
I can’t be the only one
waiting for a hurricane
to shake my bones out from this costume.
Nancy May
winter horizon
a snow hidden garden keeps
springtime wishes safe
Sandra Bounds
pink blush on peach trees
first to escape Winter’s tomb
tokens of hope
Emily Jo Scalzo
Thousands of windows
shatter as it hits atmo,
a meteor bomb.
April Mae Berza
the dancing petals
of a sakura raining
bathe me
Amanda Ott
a cicada loudly
creates the mindless noise
of peace
Nancy May
whispering branches
last night’s fallen winter frost
sleeping on the leaves
Clarise Samuels
the eternal statue of a Greek god
while yellow taxis line the street—
behold! art lives on.
Clarise Samuels
chips and black coffee
a park bench under a tree;
a wren takes a bow.
Doug DElia
two old poets
reading verse aloud
wooden canes click
Sean Tribe
Las Vegas scatters
Thoughts into cracks like roaches
Fleeing a bug bomb.
Sean Tribe
Edges of a song
A shower of warm water on skin
Nothing is silent
Marybeth Cohowicz
she shook the stardust from her hair
wiped the moon-glow from her lips
evidence of a celestial tryst
Nicholas Thacker
Clowns as priest’s
now herd the sheep
to no salvation as they piously preach
Marybeth Cohowicz
grabbing the headboard
she offered a fervent prayer
Oh god! She cried
Charmaine Chircop
winter solitude
my breath mingles
between us
Deborah Bacharach
Remember those days
without cells. No place to take
this call. No plan B.
Joan McNerney
What does this cat think
strumming his tail with such ease
to the fugues of Bach?
David-Matthew Barnes
My Cuban roughneck
Tastes like rain on sugar cane.
Come, summer is sweet.
David-Matthew Barnes
Jack-o-Lantern John,
Fruitful harvest. Trick for treat.
Sticky corn candy.
David-Matthew Barnes
Made out with Martin.
His Easter blue eyes made me
Keep him, until June.
Rayna Momen
You shatter
like painted glass
hand-blown and blue
Rayna Momen
Man with a child up his sleeve
sleeps with a gun in his pants
shooting blanks into her dreams
Kai Hammermeister
basho’s frog
was a bottle cork
plop - full glass