Issue 25

Suzanne Iuppa

The pen and ink card you sent holds tight to the shelf; full-vent in my eyes and gut: love spent.

Brandon Ward

Hot pink blossoms- The seagull’s shadow skims Over the trees

Brandon Ward

No letter today- Only stray kittens have Come and gone

Nells Wasilewski

layers of evening breezes, starlight and moon glow summer seduction

Nells Wasilewski

deep in the iced pond Koi as still as the cat-- staring through the roof

Dylan Youngers

Rotated about me, these curves bind volumes.

Dylan Youngers

Backlit trees counted our way to the waterfront.

Jesus Chameleon

leaky icebox’ pipes... drinking coffee as cocks crow a firewall hole

Bill Melton

Urban coyote Easy meals outside mansions Designer dog gone

Bill Melton

Sunrise lit the sky Rembrandt’s gloom to Vermeer’s light With just one quick stroke

Tamara De Dominicis

How the full moon beckons! Lighting a silver pathway onward over the waves.

Joe Nicholas

Bottles clinking behind my eyes, a burning darkness ahead.

Joe Nicholas

I lit the road on fire to watch the creatures run with no where to go.

Oliver Quid

Through the crystal Clear glass, a man with a flute- Leaning with every blow

Jeffrey Fischer-Smith

stale air blows as a one-legged sailor hurls his revenge at its mark

Jeffrey Fischer-Smith

wealthy Chinese bride dreams of a great white wedding her arms swimming in the soup

Tyson West

naked maja moon silver light swells to the touch of hot humid air

Martha Christina

The young sycamore glitters, gift-wrapped by overnight ice.

Jessica Tower

I’m sure you’ve been told that your short square hair is like a red peacock, ready to take flight. But I think you look pretty.

Tim Gardiner

Grass grows long hiding rotten apples an empty lot

Cynthia Sharp

the moon through my window I walk outside in her winter light

Zachary Cooley

amazing how your world could alter with a trite greet with a stranger

Casey Harn

drab pink horizon - the spoon clinks in her cold cup of coffee

Casey Harn

waving prairie grass - breath coming in breath going out

Sara Bickley

Shrove Tuesday: bread pudding bubbling over Sterno.

Marieta Maglas

Red corals and blue algae, Wet sadness and swimming love Need their own light.

David Taylor Nielsen

In a reptilian striptease My entire skin is shed. Sexy... to the cold-blooded.

Deborah Wong

Lethargic April Disrobing tranquility My dear happenstance

Richard Hartwell

reptile pushups only serve to pump food lust of passing birds not too sated for a lizard feast

Richard Hartwell

granite blocked bridge to Fall moss covered Stonehenge beckons to then from now

Sydney Nyberg

I was a child once And realized too late I’d grown up too fast.

David Edwards

apothegm on dirt: you’re better off cold above than warm under it.

Alissa Oliverson

nightfall blindfolds earth light sneaks upon moon and shines a peek in the dark

Teddy KIMATHI

He has sunflowers at night; he wants to see the light in thick darkness

Adam Crunkilton

Who are you? to make the human model possible, to behold miles, little in every way.

Mary Westcott

Smashing wave bodies against the cliff bare their white bellies.

Nancy May

in a warm spring day a new born lamb rests inside the tree’s cool shadow

Mary Westcott

Oh, butterfly with broken wing, I watch you feed on sweet nectar, and my heart bleeds white.

Jennifer Schmitt

Little sparrow sings His song resonates in me Quiet is my soul

Matt Passant

Desert sand falling- On stranded debris, floating- In blurry mirage of ocean wave.

Matt Passant

Silence shattering the sky. Streaming Shards of fractured blue.

Jordan Legg

You wanted to own me but I wanted to belong. You freed me into exile.

Neila Mezynski

Her words brushed under the carpet If he could retrieve them and make them his own.

Elisabeth Giffin

side by side, we sat (four times) our feet in hotel bathtubs, floating, freer than we’d ever be (or been).

Erin Leavitt

Butt-hurt decisions Because I spoke my mind No middle ground

China Zugish

She Couldn’t Blend When She Wore Red. She Was Red All Over

Sandra Bounds

Pear trees clad in purest white heralds of resurrection

Bauke Kamstra

Wheat water light weak & running from my eyes birds still fly.

Theresa Cancro

ardent thorns petrify my grace, magnify potent fire, raise the heart’s braille

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams

red clay pot broken plant and dirt now on porch floor creature at fault gone