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Issue 50

POETS

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