Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Anderson, Duane
- Barnett, Brian
- Birnbaum, Daniel
- Bjotvedt, Connor
- Brightman , Siobhan
- Campbell, Charles
- 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
- Segundo, Nolo
- 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.
Nolo Segundo
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