Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Agnew, Zach
- Bennett, Stefanie
- Burchett, Michelle
- Carcache Flores, Roberto
- Caronna, Michael
- Casto, Pamelyn
- Cates, Anna
- Cepeda, Adrian Ernesto
- Estabrook, Michael
- Flynn, Jeff
- Gilligan, Zoe
- Heifetz, Arthur
- Henry, David
- Hicks, Scott
- Hodgins, Devin
- Holcombe, Kimberly
- Holt, Jae
- Hope, Yuri
- Kim, Min Sun
- Knabe, Martin
- Lowe, Dennis
- Mcmullen, Rachel
- Miao, Hannah
- Moeller, Rosemary Dunn
- Montag, Tom
- Pescatore, Tom
- Phillips, Andrew
- Plants, Trilby
- Quackenbush, Grant
- Rossi, Patricia
- Sargent, Angela
- Tromp, Ian
- Walker-lass, Debbie
- West, Tyson
- Wilson, Mike
- Zempel, Rachel
- Zimmerman , Jay
Dennis Lowe
asphalt or cracked mud,
creased elephant skin—
night lightning, clouds, running dry
Yuri Hope
Grey hair on shoulders
fall moon sliver
apple pie creamy clouds
Zach Agnew
Whales breach in search of stars
Humans reach beyond mars
Confronting the vastness of empty space.
Trilby Plants
There was a time I welcomed autumn.
But inexorable time ticks away,
and I want more. But she is leaving.
Mike Wilson
rainstorms saturate
soggy ground and cratered roads;
mosquitoes cavort.
Jay Zimmerman
icy frosted beard
icicles dripping
first winter kiss
Jeff Flynn
Stilled in silhouette,
moon-lit mud flats; scavenging
remains of the day.
Andrew Phillips
Wet electric sea sting
blue cold depth
She clings to me
Anna Cates
barren limbs
above wet gravestones
a dirge of crows
Anna Cates
small claim
the court house
shaded by oaks
Hannah Miao
the universe splintered overhead--
the way my mother’s face fractured when
she heard of the stone in her womb
Scott Hicks
Pyrocumulus
framed in blue -
100000 Sierra acres smoldering
Scott Hicks
Eons grown stones
elements eroded, fragmented -
mountain’s bones
Pamelyn Casto
Borobudur time
treading old footprints
stirring old dust
Poem by Pamelyn Casto
David Henry
Visions at the grotto:
Shallow indulgences and dead flowers
Unforgiven
Debbie Walker-Lass
The oppressive heart of sadness
Does not give quarter to the weary
Hide in the light, or perish
Debbie Walker-Lass
Whittling words into a pile
I leave only the bone-dry skeletons
To walk the world unassisted
Michael Caronna
if you want
i have
but only in faith
Angela Sargent
Nine years spent, nine
As long as an eyelash
As short as the highway.
Martin Knabe
Dancing through debris
- Flowery flamenco dress
under the spring moon.
Stefanie Bennett
Which eye
of the key-hole
winks back?
Michelle Burchett
broken china leaves
autumn wind sweeps away
fragments of summer
Michelle Burchett
blackberry bushes
tangled, messy family
bearing fruit and tears
Tom Pescatore
strawberry juice
straight from field to hands,
to fingers, mouth, face
Michael Estabrook
an eagle
in the forest large and brown drops
from nowhere into nothing as
we walk beneath the trees
Tyson West
pine forest embers
smoke blows tic tac toe
on white roses
Tyson West
mourning doves coo
fast food pylon nest
over swirling smoke
Roberto Carcache Flores
You’ve defined the clouds
Horizon in my sleep
Wind calls away
Rachel Zempel
lie to yourself--
but empty beer bottles
don’t drink themselves
Rachel Zempel
October nightfall
bare tree branches
rewriting my love story
Rachel Zempel
strong gusts of wind
black ink etched in white stone
short, painful visits
Michael Caronna
Endless quiet fall
Our soundest sleep
Thoughts become staccato
Min Sun Kim
Autumn leaves dangle down
I struggle to catch one
In my wooden clogs.
Min Sun Kim
The last rays of the sun
Glint off the mounds at Kyungju
One thousand years of sunken sorrow.
Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
She felt like a library
book, often handled
but never checked out
Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
after fearing her own
calling, one day...
she finally answered.
Tom Montag
October. Finch
at the feeder. Everything
that turns turns back.
Patricia Rossi
broken sea shells
jagged fragments of life’s journey
decades of despair wash ashore
Patricia Rossi
amber hued ribbons
weave a golden tapestry
autumn sunset
Arthur Heifetz
the other girls were only tapas
good for a drink or two
you are a five-course feast
Ian Tromp
I grow sad, knowing
now there are so many places
I will never show you
Rachel McMullen
A drifter afloat.
Can I learn how to drown? Wave,
burden of the sea.
Patricia Rossi
cascading silence
pure white
snow laden tracks of tranquility
Jae Holt
Hopscotch and marbles,
Lonely chalk marks on the ground
Waiting for the children
Kimberly Holcombe
Demons, like sharks in search of blood,
claw at her heart, pure as freshly fallen
snow before the morning sun.
Grant Quackenbush
Salty white sunlight
pours over my sluggish eyes:
blue snails without shells.
Grant Quackenbush
A dark deck of fronds
shuffles in the palm’s branch-hands:
a shady gambler.
Rosemary Dunn Moeller
Dry crackling branches
surprised the dark stillness of
freezing winter nights
Devin Hodgins
The end of the quest
And I find myself
Searching...
Zoe Gilligan
Man lives in stone
Wherefore he cannot say
Why he yearns for the elms