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Issue 49

POETS

ANDERSON, DUANE
BARNETT, BRIAN
BIRNBAUM, DANIEL
BJOTVEDT, CONNOR
BRIGHTMAN , SIOBHAN
CAMPBELL, CHARLES
CARBER, LEN
CASEY, MARY
CASTALDI, ERIN
COTTRELL, SUZANNE
DAVIS, BRE
DAWSON, JESSICA RENEE
DECKER, LAURIE
DEPAUL, MARIA
DODSON, STEVE
DOVE, RICHARD
GILBERT, THOMAS
GLIN, AMY
GREENWOOD, GAIL
GRETZER, STEPHEN
JACONIA, LUANNE
LARDIERE, KELSEY
LEVINE, BRUCE
LEWIS, AHNA
LOFRUMENTO, CATHERINE
LOUGHLIN, MIMI
MCMAHAN, WILLIAM
MELTON, BILL
MULLEN, RENE
MURANAKA, DARYL
PAUL, DF
PETERSON, KENT
PLANKO, CHRISTA
POLICHAR, VALERIE
PROULX, MICHAEL
PRZHEBELSKAYA , YEVGENIYA
SALTMAN, DEBORAH
SARGENT, ANGELA
SCHWARTZ, GREG
SMISTAD, JOHN
SMITH, JENNIFER
SOLA, NICHOLAS
SPITZENBERGER, RAY
STICKLES, TINA
TAYLOR, DOUGLAS
TEAGUE, HEATHER
THOMAS, JEFFREY
TRISTRAM, HANNAH-ROSE
VAKNINE, JENNIFER
WAGNER, VIVIAN

Mimi Loughlin



we scripted liars
are ubiquitous
in this age of solitude.




Len Carber



I stole a flower
from nature's bed, bottled it.
Now it is dying.




Stephen Gretzer



Thin boned fingers grip air just above
arms of the Adirondack chair, & her eyes
follow herons flying low across the lake




Douglas Taylor



We suffer not so much
From the want of things
As from the wanting of them




Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya



barbed wires
children in kennels
loud silence




Nicholas Sola



winter moon
the judges score
the suicide




Angela Sargent



Each side of his forked tongue
A murky road
Hushed, unsure steps




Mary Casey



dense ropes of gold
honey drips from my spoon
the motor oil of my tea




DF Paul



white instead of pink
phantom snows in gray-skied spring
dead cherry blossoms




Kelsey Lardiere



sun/flower season
is approaching : lemonade
tastes best when it rains.




Daniel Birnbaum



In the worst loneliness
Dreaming about being a cloud
A horizonless blue cloud




Bill Melton



bare branches last night
and heavy blooms this morning
early Bradford Pear




Daryl Muranaka



a waving crowd
the silent applause--
the blinking leaves




Suzanne Cottrell



Thunderous waves crash over rocks.
Night horn bellows through heavy fog.
Ships heed warning, wait and pray.




Steve Dodson



the night itself begs the day
the day just wants to call it a night
the never-ending day




Bruce Levine



Traversing the world alone
It’s the good mem’ries
That hurt the most




Charles Campbell



A red spot of beauty
hopping round the lush green lawn--
a cardinal, or a gift of nature?




Michael Proulx



Sunrise at the river
June’s pink blooms
White lace, warm chill




Connor Bjotvedt



Rough water, summer
pool. The splashing of children.
Tanning old women.




Jennifer Smith



Sidewalk weeps broken tears
Over grass filled cracks
Leaving forgotten footprints behind




Laurie Decker



Blackened thorny roses
Decaying gravestones
Mockery lies here




Brian Barnett



minnows weave upstream
feline silhouette above
school lets out early




Hannah-Rose Tristram



Lonely bird flies high
falls low, sings into silence.
Heavy feather weight.




Amy Glin



It resembles life
Fast, slow, turbulent and smooth
Sit by the river




Tina Stickles



she stumbled through life
not knowing her direction
only, she must move




Heather Teague



One great thing about Anxiety?
It builds things up so much—
Reality is such a relief.




Erin Castaldi



aloe barbs
reaching after rays
bound in waves of light




Siobhan Brightman



Southern nights
Nights I would detest without you
Keep me grounded and humble




Rene Mullen



That moment
a mirror holds
your heart




Duane Anderson



The night is quiet if you did not
hear the moon shout at the people
who paid it no attention




Greg Schwartz



atheist
bows his head
cigarette in the rain




Maria DePaul



Children feed songbirds
Their pets watch from windowpanes
It's Kitty T.V.




John Smistad



She spoke The Beatles with her smile
Circa 1967
Peace & Love & Sumthin' Hazy




Ahna Lewis



Clouds gather like night frost,
a tumble of icy grays and blues
etched into an expanding sky.




Vivian Wagner



I'm the steady rain
on pines this cool, gray morning.
I'm also the trees.




Luanne Jaconia



With a gentle tap upon my leg
You prepare me for a gift
Passed down through the ages




Jessica Renee Dawson



mentors arrayed in threads,
while protégés unravel strings —
unlocking mysteries




Christa Planko



bee shuns autumn's bloom
butterfly flits past the rose
he takes no notice




Gail Greenwood



Tiny dragonflies stitch the air
between the leaves,
blue neon needles.




Kent Peterson



On my pack today
a curious green beetle
also hitchhiking.




Catherine LoFrumento



temple bells
a flower slowly opens
in between breaths




Bre Davis



Bleary eyes search
Dreams aching for birth
Tomorrow unearthed




Valerie Polichar



she's weighing on me tonight, he says
and looks east
through the fabric of cars




Deborah Saltman



Poikilotherm swimming upstream
In the river of my poetry
Why do you refuse to remain hot?




William McMahan



Sowing in my ear,
her lips, soft as silk,
purse.




Richard Dove



The cold, empty swing
sits alone in the dark, remembering
warm bottoms




Thomas Gilbert



Tea leaves nestled in its infuser
Water drifts in to polystyrene
amongst it, milk pirouettes




Jennifer Vaknine



Sparrow outside my window
Trills discordant and strange
Moonlight melts into red sun




Ray Spitzenberger



two toads emerge
out of cracks in concrete
kitten paws tremble




Jeffrey Thomas



Soldiers take the lead
Followed by the art of war
Masterpiece no more