Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Allen , Katy
- Anderson, Duane
- Baldwin, Robert
- Beella Reine
- Bluestein, Paul
- Desario, Celeste
- Diamond, Elliot✦
- Do, Tuyet Van
- Enfield, Tyler
- Flanagan, Michael
- Gentile, Nicholas
- Hansen, Robert
- Hershhorn, David✦
- Hunt, Robert
- Imbler, Linda
- Jd Sung✦
- Johnson, Richard
- Killgore, C L✦
- Knowles, Mary
- Lorraine Rose
- Petska, Darrell
- R. Meskill
- Rawlinson, Kerry✦
- Reinert, James
- Schraeder, E.f.
- Scott, Claire
- Sharp, Cynthia
- Smetanenko, Anna
- Tinkcom, Marina
- Willis, Robert
- Wood, Chris
- Zempel, Rachel
Robert Hunt
cloudburst...
creaky village bookshop
providing sanctuary
Elliot Diamond✦
mosquito bite–
a dark star
after midnight
Tuyet Van Do
work commute
against morning glare
dented cars
Anna Smetanenko
This opening
Heaven takes a photograph
Of seeds in water.
Nicholas Gentile
finally
thunder over the garden
so many hellos
Tyler Enfield
the rusty Ford idles out front
our fathers smoke without speaking
in the warmth of exhaust
Cynthia Sharp
resilient purple poppies
blooming wherever they are
whatever mood the sky
Beella Reine
My graduation bouquet
looked suprisingly cheerful
for something already cut.
JD Sung✦
swirl of ocean breeze
and suntan oil
skipping stones
Robert Baldwin
The curtain falls, silence…
Numerous seasons haunt this stage
In ghost light silhouette
C L Killgore✦
Restless nocturnal wanderings
Soft light etches the horizon
Weary eyes, heavy limbs walk on
David Hershhorn✦
We teach children not to stare;
to hide their wild curiosity, and count
as blessing, relief from observance.
Chris Wood
We are ants marching
Carving cities through the dirt
Steered by unseen hands
Paul Bluestein
In the Autumn distance,
the spire of a white clapboard church
floats in a Serrat background of leaves.
Lorraine Rose
Chasing the fireflies
eyes wide open at fireworks
nights to remember
Darrell Petska
dangling from a branch
above some jungle floor
granddaughter's bad dream
Duane Anderson
A harp sings along with the silver wind
as it brushes its legs against
stalks of corn and golden wheat.
Michael Flanagan
dragonflies
dart and dash over the pond
teasing the koi
Robert Willis
Stones upon the shore
Wave-rounded mountain tops
Forgotten pasts
Kerry Rawlinson✦
They hunt with light, the nightboats
thin, iron arms cast blinding full moons
to rapturous shrimp. We eat.
Mary Knowles
Does the resting bell
still ring soft beneath its coat
of slow-gathered dust?
Richard Johnson
Back then the cigs and cocktails
lounging smoke haze and chatter muse
soft jazz drifts our night into dream
James Reinert
budding leaves sparkle
backlit by rays of sunlight
diamonds in the air
Linda Imbler
Eighty pounds of pain
Felt in the midnight of life
Cancer takes its toll.
E.F. Schraeder
by the third time I'm asked to prove
my humanity by something that has none
I begin to wonder
Robert Hansen
Her humming resonates
from the depths of her heart
like a didgeridoo.
R. Meskill
Quiet, semi-dark
Birdsong pierces the stillness
Magnitude sets in
Rachel Zempel
closing the distance
tattoos trailing his body
lust flavored regret
Claire Scott
my grief is fading like contrails
dissolving like sugar cubes
my grief keeps my son alive
Marina Tinkcom
The sway, the rock, the ocean wave
My body cradling a tiny life
Quiet as a whisper until water breaks
Celeste DeSario
I washed the windows yesterday,
only to clearly see,
the world is still at war with itself.
Katy Allen
a spring, unexpected
water, clear and deep
questions, bubbling up