Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Agnew, Zach
- Ardieta Gardner, Amanda
- Baldwin, Robert
- Barnhart, Samuel
- Bilman, Emily
- Carroll, Jo
- Davitt, Deborah
- Decker, Laurie
- Depaul, Maria
- Dickson, Julie
- Dodson, Steve
- Estringel, David
- Eustice, Isaac
- Everts, Elisa
- Flanagan, Michael
- Greenwood, Gail
- Greville, Bj
- Gunn, Mary
- Hicks, Scott
- Howells, A. J.
- Jones, Erin
- Kane, Rebecca
- Kenyon, Joseph
- Laussmann, Melissa
- Levine, Bruce
- Melton, Bill
- Meyrowitz, Alan
- Miller, Dean K
- Pete, Joseph
- Peterson, Nancy Kay
- Pitman, Cynthia
- Rodgers, Shaelyn
- Sacco, Linda
- Sargent, Angela
- Scott, Claire
- Shioshita, Joshua
- Shuler, Elizabeth
- Sims, Ian
- Smith, Melody
- Sneed, Kelly
- Spitzenberger, Ray
- Sprague, Adam
- Staveley, Will
- Thompson, Jesse
- Thompson, Shannon
- Tilley, Ellis
- Vork, Jr
- Werner, Erin
- Whelan, Robert
- Zempel, Rachel
Bill Melton
breaking the stillness
tinkle of a purling stream
light and happy sound
Shaelyn Rodgers
The storm bellows
but the tree doesn't bend
perserve, stand tall
Scott Hicks
sparrow's shadow
rides a decolate snail to twilight
white blank-paper moon.
Rebecca Kane
mattress atop van
every window opened
hands out grasping an edge
Julie Dickson
Crimson leaf falls
a blood memory, branch forgot
quilted coverlet, a stitched season
Melissa Laussmann
I crawled through the rubble
Gathered pieces of my broken heart
and created a Kingdom.
Jo Carroll
The raging storm may top this tow'r
with all Poseidon's rage,
but it will never snuff its light.
BJ Greville
Crows never ask permission
to solve a problem or play
which is the same thing
Ray Spitzenberger
bayou floods
tree fingers reach up
save lives
Cynthia Pitman
Waves rush, break hard. I shiver.
Their crested beauty beckons.
I run to meet them, anchored no more.
Adam Sprague
My soul is a sieve
full, yet empty of all things
no longer present
Amanda Ardieta Gardner
Leaves pierce the crisp air
Golden rain marching in gusts
On to victory
Linda Sacco
Crafting imperfect webs,
connecting, waiting, still invisible.
Success � swallowing perfect prey!
Alan Meyrowitz
The spinster and her house,
both open to be taken
on the basis of as is
Deborah Davitt
the door opens wide
revealing stars in their dance,
born from dying dust.
Robert Baldwin
The scent of the forest, magic;
as the last of the lake ice
recedes into spring.
Erin Werner
Barque on a trepidatious horizon,
Soul-deep sea-sick wanderlust;
As I approach the island of Myself.
JR Vork
phenakite ring sparkles
rainbows while we hitchhike
typing word fractals
Robert Whelan
Red hot, volcanic, flowing molten,
The water is on fire.
Like sunset on an ocean I slide into you.
Michael Flanagan
in the dawn�
I strain to hear the quiet voice
of falling snow
Dean K Miller
The heart knows the way
Our time, our choices, our dreams
One beat at a time
Bruce Levine
The yellow light of dawn
Burning through the trees
Awakening the day
Kelly Sneed
Grief turns from pain to peace
Thoughts get reflective
Your heart recognizes joy
Joshua Shioshita
Where is hell in a broken home?
In a champagne dream,
lost in the bubble of reverie.
Steve Dodson
gonna take you down south
and build you a house
if it's the last thing that I do
Emily Bilman
Ravens stretch their beaks
To reach the new sunflowers
On the balcony
Jesse Thompson
When dreaming, he went to dark places
And was awakened anew each day--
The nights, the dreams, forgotten.
Shannon Thompson
The cicadas cry
In the sweltering heat--
Summer is slowly fading.
Gail Greenwood
A flap of robins
descends on the mountain ash,
a shaken bed sheet.
Nancy Kay Peterson
White ice lies
solid as a corpse
over living water.
David Estringel
Like will o� the wisps,
stars dance against a black sky,
then fall in my hands.
Mary Gunn
Bees and butterflies feed on its nectar,
birds feast on its plump red berries,
the humble holly: not just for Christmas.
Erin Jones
Drift into autumn
As the summer fades away
The river still calls
Isaac Eustice
Oh great wanderer
in exile you become
tomorrow's keeper
Maria DePaul
Emperor penguins
Bracing Antarctic ice storm
Distant Winter sun
Rachel Zempel
luscious curves singing
in harmony with all his
deepest temptations
A. J. Howells
for nearly one-hundred years
the sunrise set morning fire to the barn
before it burned down without warning
Melody Smith
Gasoline smells stale
Against the forest breeze
The broken car rests
Samuel Barnhart
How does nature mourn?
The sky sobs, trees bend double
No whippoorwills fly
Joseph Kenyon
There must be a logic to time
a reasonable reason, at least,
a promise too big to handle.
Joseph Pete
Sanctimony clouds the pillared sanctum
populated once a year with lapsed souls
still clinging to a shard of the past.
Zach Agnew
The last light lurking behind the pupil,
Struggles to maintain control
As the body slowly fades.
Ellis Tilley
You were like fraying material,
woven into my mind with a blunt needle;
but I loved the pain.
Elisa Everts
Light glows under sod
My flowers gleam like the stars
Luminous garden.
Angela Sargent
Snow-laden branches
Synapses firing moon-ward
Ancient mother tongue
Claire Scott
grabbing the tail of a dream
pulling yourself up hand over hand
to get back in
Elizabeth Shuler
My dreams come true on rainy nights
when lights blow out.
Enchantment seeps; diminish superstition.
Will Staveley
Goodbye to the sun,
Autumn is dying slowly;
Dreams we did not keep.
Ian Sims
The scent of cigar�
Her song, cracked like old leather,
Makes the whiskey smooth.
Laurie Decker
Cedar chest of memories
Cherry box with epitaph
Carpenter's last build