Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Agnew, Zach
- Allen, Joshua
- Bryan, Neva
- Campbell, Colin
- Cantin, Michael
- Castaldi, Erin
- Christina, Martha
- Cipriano, Lorraine
- Connors, Sally
- Corbett, Pamela
- Crasto, Cecilia
- D'angelo, Nicholas
- Dickson, Julie
- Drozda, Natalie A.
- Elliott, Jess
- Fitzgerald, Dan
- Flanagan, Michael
- Groch, Evie
- Gunn, Mary
- Hicks, Scott
- Jastermsky, Peter
- Kamp, Lianne
- Kozma, Joseph J.
- Macdonald, John
- Magenta, Martha
- Maglas, Marieta
- Marie, Susan
- Mcmanes, Robert
- Meighan, Patrick
- Melton, Bill
- Patterson, Melissa
- Ramirez, Elizabeth
- Rees, Melanie
- Rheaume , Gabriel
- Roberts, Joseph
- Robinson, Jackie Maugh
- Rossi, Patricia
- Sam, David Anthony
- Samuels, Clarise
- Sargent, Angela
- Schmidlin, Susan
- Scott, Nancy
- Scully, Ron
- Vork, Jr
- Wasilewski, Nells
- Wenger, Sara
- Zone, Michael
Sara Wenger
tapioca bubbles
float in pearl milk–
comfort tea
Neva Bryan
A mountain, fat with snow,
wears its road
like a tight black girdle.
Patrick Meighan
Intense eyes freeze me
The pit bull is at the fence
Breath and steps quicken
Martha Magenta
his last breath
the wind takes the last
orchard leaf
Martha Magenta
dead bones
your music plays on -
wind chimes
David Anthony Sam
A last fragile cloud of summer
in the fading red sunset--
Then the scent of rainwater.
Bill Melton
broken clouds, rainbow
earth shaking thunder, lightning
nature on parade
Michael Flanagan
cornflower blue
shawl draped over the barn door
Morning Glories
Robert McManes
behind the train
tonight’s storm flashes
angry smiles
Ron Scully
bottom drawer
cigar box of merit badges
stolen from my brother
Melanie Rees
Pelican sings soft,
Ibis calls upon the lake –
An ancient song lost.
Julie Dickson
Expansive wings block the sun
Shade my eyes from midday
Kestrel glides on an updraft
JR Vork
she waits...
every day the grass is cut
by the mailbox
Joseph Roberts
A hint of peppermint
from her breath lingers
whispered words of love
Cecilia Crasto
Small shiny shells beneath my feet
Sun dappled water rushing by
Kites tangle fighting for supremacy
John MacDonald
a drunkard stumbles
under whiskey rain, staining
the earth in amber
Zach Agnew
With every step the distant figure
slowly transforms its shape
into the stranger with a stagnant smile
Dan Fitzgerald
merciful snow,
gently covering the bare scars
of a year’s death.
Joseph J. Kozma
Silver drops of rain
Innocence and confidence
Decorated wind
Erin Castaldi
Finch softly sounds
Midnight’s moon, curtly halved
Poised above my worry.
Susan Schmidlin
Near a thicket of brambles
white puffballs of fledgling killdeer
run helter skelter for cover
Patricia Rossi
unspoken words
phone rings at five a.m.
lingering regret
Angela Sargent
Quiet settles over
snow falling on mountain peaks.
We soak in silence.
Scott Hicks
mockingbird on the fence
perfect balance
on a tree’s shadow
Sally Connors
New York is silent
mysterious and throbbing
beneath the skin
Gabriel Rheaume
His hands
Like roots
Dig into the piano
Evie Groch
Pour me into August
like honey into tea,
slowly, sweetly, so I may be stirred.
Jackie Maugh Robinson
first time
playing snowball fetch
powdery dog looks miffed
Clarise Samuels
the soft footlights
cast shadows on the stage;
the actors are lit from within.
Michael Zone
then there’s darkness
banana peel on the asphalt
sun blazing on the open grave
Natalie A. Drozda
Sails idle, unguided
A vague effacement
The wind drowns.
Susan Marie
Birds trill effortlessly,
without fear -
rejoicing all that is.
Jess Elliott
Aging Basset anoints shoulder in stink
Hedonist or advanced Buddhist?
Rollicking in the muck of life
Nells Wasilewski
night breezes
sweet echoes of violin
deep in summer dreams
Martha Christina
June fades like rose petals
in a crystal bowl; July arrives
bluer and brighter.
Nancy Scott
A tattooed, shirtless man
shopping cart parked by a broken meter
sips from a Starbucks’s cup.
Mary Gunn
another year
of rushed mornings, skipped breakfasts,
red lights and time clocks...
Marieta Maglas
Love coils inside me as a tune.
Conceals what our bridge of sighs means.
I wish we could fly together.
Michael Cantin
Here, in the recesses of our dissolution
we can at last be lions.
Here we are free to make our own laws.
Lianne Kamp
Much like the kite -
we are only as free
as the strings are long
Pamela Corbett
butterflies
pirouette-
a soiree in air
Melissa Patterson
The evening sky
darkens the small valley town
Streetlights flicker
Lorraine Cipriano
Extremely fluid
futuristic leather boy
all about texture
Lorraine Cipriano
Parisian dandy
such murderous jealousy
yet so self-absorbed
Peter Jastermsky
fungi strewn
across lawn
grass cut today
Joshua Allen
I could stay angry
but the bite
was from a bed bug.
Elizabeth Ramirez
Cries pierce the morning
Caretakers feed reassurance
To cages filled with despair
Nicholas D'Angelo
Time and speed
No foundation, no rest
Forward fear
Colin Campbell
borneo hornbill
dreams of blue sarawak skies
in low monsoon clouds
Pamela Corbett
scattered seashells
at low tide-
bare earth’s jewels