Three Line Poetry

Issue 4


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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Don Webb
A hypodermic
of broken words in brain-vein
Bill�s eternal nod.

Story Boyle
To Florida, we�re the same,
the people and the pepper trees:
conquistadors.

Michael Ratcliffe
I sit on the pier;
The river flows slowly past.
So much like my life.

A.g Synclair
Red river desert
accipitridae seek food
the spoils of war

Bartholomew Barker
Grasping reality is
Trying to save a bee
In a swimming pool

Alice Folkart
Womb-like heat,
damp and throbbing,
birth of summer

Joanna M. Weston
her funeral
the pale colours
of distant islands

Barbara Shapiro
Perched atop a sign,
Seemingly squawking the words
We try to not laugh.

Barbara Shapiro
My favorite time of
day - he arrives by school bus
to embrace his dad.

Milo James Fowler
postmodern ballads
work for food need cash God bless
weathered cardboard signs

Anthony Ward
His eyes spilling down her blouse
Dribbling down her cleavage
Leaving a noticeable stain

Stephen Leslie
Her delicate hands
Beckon me over
Traffic cop

Stephen Leslie
Steps worn smooth
By millions of shod feet
National park

Stephen Leslie
Chief economist
Says the economy�s fine
His chauffeured car

Howie Good
The gull hovers on the crosswinds,
a hand doubtfully poised
over an empty chessboard.

DJ Rubirosa
Memory of memories:
Enchanting angel was she
Yet remains no more

Ingrid David
running water gently whispers
noisy birds patiently waiting
gifts of the universe

Tracy Davidson
frost-christened cobwebs
covering the garage door
the fumes go unseen

Deborah Ngo
"One day"
Two malicious words
One empty promise

Debbi Antebi
the crunching makes her cringe�
it�s the sudden sound of death
for the crushed snail.

Heather Brager
the devil came in
hovering in empty spaces
watching and waiting

Heather Brager
the dust is falling
drifting on air emulsified
a flurry of discontent

Heather Brager
moments owe us nothing
earth is hardwired for time
we�ll find fair again

GB Romo
Thorns surround my agave heart;
spirit and knowledge rest within;
one hundred years to flower.

GB Romo
Life is a horned toad resting in the shadow
of a rock, away from the blistering sun,
and the owl waiting at night.

Craig Steele
we ask our Greek tour guide
the name of local flowers:
"yellow 'beside-the-roadiums�"

A.g Synclair
four red roses bloom
and give a sense of purpose
to bored bumblebees

Yuliya Nesterova
Asphalt bear hug
for a wilted dandelion:
Fighter till the end

Brian Cudzilo
Beneath a stray cloud
a single budding rose grows
to its stems dismay.

Thomas Buckley
butterflies, stormy skies
schools of fish, a final kiss
inky mess- rorschach test

Neil Ellman
Folded like an origami crane
the universe assumes
its own reality.

Alexander Joy
How quiet it was
right before he shot himself...
How quiet after.

Garrin Riggin
He wore his suit like
a Bronx cheer; like a spit
painting in a gold frame.

Andrew Scott
Dance under the moonlight,
gazes that catch and share fire,
glowing romantics.

Andrew Scott
A sleeping angel,
resting in neverland tonight,
dreaming of rainbows.

Jungmin Joo
I ran as fast as I could,
and as hard as I could muster�
until my heart gave out.

Jungmin Joo
Stepped outside
to find a darkening sky.
Should I have?

Howie Good
Which way is tomorrow from here?
There�s a sun in the belly with a thousand rays.
How long it�s taking the light to reach us!

Pablo Miguel Martinez
boys bake on the beach
sexy ingredients stirred
slowly these sweets rise

Maude Larke
Contrast from bright light to darkness
is not disorienting enough to prevent
finding the balcony railing and vaulting over it.

Eric Nelson
Cars swerve to avoid
an old straw hat
lying in the street.

Thomas Hayes
Pretty girl in school
Stealing glances before class
Siren song of youth

Thomas Hayes
Long slow coffee sips,
bloodshot eyes greet the morning,
Party life ransom.

Neal Whitman
wind picking up
a gray fox
makes its rounds

Richard Hartwell
mother bird returns
feathered warmth and loving care
spring enters summer

Richard Hartwell
Fall is not remorse
Cyclic time cannot be lost
Spring revisits birth

Garrin Riggin
The delicate naked
branches made a puzzle
of the bridge and water.

Laurence Carr
pencil skates on sheets
wood on wood like skin on skin
a lover�s intrigue

Laurence Carr
pen chases paper
words find the writer�s heartbeat
they seek nothing else

Rheta Flanders
Grey weathered stone
Tilted to the right
Confederate Soldier
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