Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Belleranti, Guy
- Bhola, Vinati
- Bjorkman, Walter
- Broder, Hillel
- Bryan, Tanya
- Burgh, Mark
- Campbell, Colin
- Campbell, Elizabeth
- Cancro, Theresa
- Chakraborty, Souvik
- Chirila, Roxana
- Christina, Martha
- Crate, Linda
- Crunkilton, Adam
- Devos, Benjamin
- Drury, Ivo
- Elliott, Jess
- Ellman, Neil
- Fischer-smith, Jeffrey
- Gardiner, Tim
- Gunn, Mary
- Heifetz, Arthur
- Hendrix, Howard
- Herrell, Dennis
- Jackson V, Arthur
- Krause, Catherine B.
- Legg, Jordan
- Mattia, Josephine
- Melton, Bill
- Nicholas, Joe
- Passant, Matt
- Pescatore, Tom
- Pilgrim, Timothy
- Rae Stover, Monica
- Samuel, Fe
- Samuelson, Audrey
- Schmidt, Meg
- Schug, Larry
- Schweickert, Cody
- Sharp, Cynthia
- Tancyus, Patty
- Taylor Nielsen, David
- Thacker, Nicholas
- Wasilewski, Nells
- Wood, Dave
- Youngers, Dylan
Bill Melton
A dove�s lonely call
Reminder of long lost love
Echoes through my mind
Bill Melton
Only a large eye
Betrays motionless rabbit
Hiding in plain sight
Nells Wasilewski
old galvanized tub
tadpoles swim contentedly--
antsy frogs escape
Audrey Samuelson
Looking for a meal after midnight
Cages illuminated by red neon
Lascivious animals begging to be devoured
Larry Schug
a god when I dream
when awake a man only
I create daydreams
Timothy Pilgrim
If I say often it�s boiling, burning, hot --
will you not touch with fingers, tongue, lips.
Unless it is me, then, yes, you must.
Mary Gunn
he played the fiddle
until his hearing failed him
then he hung it up
Meg Schmidt
For all of its dark -
the poem�s fixed rhyme scheme is
still "Abba, Abba"
Souvik Chakraborty
Familiar warmth and darkness.
A drowning child feels secure
Back in its mother�s womb.
Cody Schweickert
Floating amongst faint
flurry. Delicate white flakes,
splattered by rosy drips.
Howard Hendrix
hopes grow treadbare, bald,
slippery when wet with tears --
still tiresome, to change
Elizabeth Campbell
split reed, weft & warp
between gathered hands
she pulls to close the gaps
Jeffrey Fischer-Smith
bracing for the next hunt
she bundles herself in mink�
hails a cab to Saks
Joe Nicholas
the eye perched atop
the windowsill, staring out
and in at itself.
Dylan Youngers
four circles rotate in melody
to harmonize a lullaby �
don�t stop driving.
Nicholas Thacker
The water under the bridge,
rose to swallow the present,
forever drowning the I in sorrow.
Matt Passant
Light breeze through pine trees-
Humming song of needles sung-
Radiance of green.
Ivo Drury
within blank white paper
a tanned tattooed arm
grasps a whining saw
Martha Christina
Between the pond and highway
orphaned goslings,
waiting.
Josephine Mattia
Lilies in the field
Blooming and blossoming
in the grass, one by one.
Cynthia Sharp
these days that are too quiet
when I feel left behind
clean floors drying in spring wind
Vinati Bhola
settled gracefully
on the bed of marigold
a wasp rubs its legs
Guy Belleranti
cemetery visit
time traveler lays flowers
beside his headstone
Benjamin DeVos
A man can see a great deal
From the top of his tractor,
Riding over the aged silt.
Dennis Herrell
ghosts of soldiers
disembarked the trains
bodies left behind.
Dave Wood
underneath the rage of turbulent sea
blue-green silence calms one�s soul
elegant beauty thrives
Arthur Jackson V
Most days I feel like an Italian Eve
carved relief in stone
Weighed down, heavy � lowly
David Taylor Nielsen
Her words left scars upon you.
When you let me rub your back,
I trace them with my fingers.
Tim Gardiner
female reflection
in the fleeting pool �
a trick of the light
Tim Gardiner
a cow lurks
in headstone shade �
biding her time
Hillel Broder
Dawn breaks early now
On the horizon
Of this murky river
Theresa Cancro
let my bones crackle
in an ice-age way, return
to the night sky to dance
Arthur Heifetz
Lou had a low IQ, Rose a bent
semitic nose, but Cass O darling Cass
what a wonderful Irish ass
Patty Tancyus
Cool,rippling water
toes dancing on slippery stones
splashes of delight
Fe Samuel
No I will not make the first move.
I will not move at all.
Carry me.
Colin Campbell
when new monsoon winds
awaken south china sea
mangroves need deep roots
Mark Burgh
anger in a sequence
of intelligence:
dry bones from a horn.
Tanya Bryan
dreams linger
ghosts of lives
not yet lived
Adam Crunkilton
The night forest moon
Celtic past
Legends claimed
Cynthia Sharp
poppies and dragonflies
in the grace of the wind
their spirits call
Jordan Legg
With what tongue shall I address
one who spins stars and atoms
that rhyme through gravity�s grooves?
Roxana Chirila
there was nothing in heaven
he hadn�t heard in hell
distorted by a million righteous voices
Linda Crate
dawn falls
a yellow dream
laughter.
Neil Ellman
Listless morning Aegean-green
latitudes away from home
the moon is halved in the distant sky.
Neil Ellman
The everday of every day
my life becomes
a beast of burden braying at the moon.
Monica Rae Stover
Deprivation is so sweet
when satisfaction�s this
complete.
Jess Elliott
painted my porch
with two coats of haint blue
you still seep into my dreams
Catherine B. Krause
shivering puppy
picnic table circle
freedom of �ok�
Tom Pescatore
Afternoon in the house
no light through windows
no whispers
Walter Bjorkman
Live As Mother Begs
Don�t Ever Feel You
Are Living Lonely