ANTEBI, DEBBI
BRASSEUR, JEAN
CHRISTINA, MARTHA
CLARKE, LAUREN
COOK, CONNOR
CRUMPTON, JC
DAVID, INGRID
GOTHAM, WARREN
GRANT, TODD
HARRIS, HEATHER
HAYES, JOHN
HENDRICKSON, TYLER
HODIL, JACK
JOY, BERNARD
KELLER, CHRISTOPHER
KLONOSKI, BRIAN
KORSGAARD, SEAN
LARKE, MAUDE
LARSEN, NINA
LESLIE, STEPHEN
LIPPS, NATHAN
MACLEAN, J.S.
MARSHALL, RICKEY
MINARD, JAMES
MULLAN, DL
MURPHY, MICKEY
NEFF, VICTORIA
NESTEROVA, YULIYA
PILGRIM, TIMOTHY
PLOVNICK, ROSS
RAJAMANICKAM, VISHNU
RATCLIFFE, MICHAEL
RIDGEWAY, KEVIN
RIGGIN, GARRIN
ROMO, GB
ROSS, ELLIOT
SCHEER, WAYNE
SCHMIDT, WENDY
SIMMONS, ANDY
STEPHENSON, CHARLES
SUCCRE, RAY
TRUNCALE, JOSEPH
TUSTIN, JOHN
WHITMAN, NEAL
Maude Larke
He’s an excellent violist,
but, so odd,
he has harmonium feet.
John Tustin
Johnny at the door
Hears our bedroom argument
Outside, rain in sheets
John Tustin
You stand in the dark
You shine against a fat moon
That tells us – "begin"
Yuliya Nesterova
Century-old tree
ground in a printer:
page half-filled.
Garrin Riggin
The painter to the poet -
’With so many colors,
how do you ever choose’?
Andy Simmons
I drive with my eyes on it:
The sweet ladybug trying
to fly off my dusty dashboard.
Jean Brasseur
lying seductively
in a snowy field
my missing glove
Ross Plovnick
if we could choose our parents
when we’re young enough
to dream in every color
Bernard Joy
your long history of hope, elegised,
how the sun spreads out
between the trees
Timothy Pilgrim
No more desert, love grows
as you make deep grooves
with your sharp hooves.
J.S. MacLean
A foot stamps
so the chaff whispers
with nightcrawlers
J.S. MacLean
return to Kenya
tears on a mother’s breast
home into the rift
Tyler Hendrickson
I fell into my shadow
crumbling at the edge
of what I knew possible
Garrin Riggin
She liked small boxes.
Empty inside, she
sometimes painted them.
Joseph Truncale
Bursting colors,
An artists’s dream,
Fall trees.
Mickey Murphy
The moon’s ascension
Quiet whispers of stories
Shadows swirl in smoke.
JC Crumpton
help us, save us, succor us
we screamed and we screamed.
receding in the distance.
Martha Christina
Small stars of Bethlehem
spike their way through
dirt the color of Franciscan robes.
Martha Christina
When it sings,
even the hermit thrush
calls another’s name.
Martha Christina
Unseasonable cotton
against corduroy and wool,
bird song against snow.
Victoria Neff
driving through the prairie,
you saw a stove.
’free range’ it said.
John Hayes
snow flakes swirl
waves crash
on a silent silhouetted shore
Rickey Marshall
At last at last
apples ripen
in Fall in Love
James Minard
The cricket chorus
Slowly fading one by one:
Summer to Autumn.
Connor Cook
Dew clings to grass like
a tired climber to a precipice:
slowly...slipping away.
Ray Succre
Eyes wet behind curls of hair?
I am recompense.
Eyes set amid holes of bone.
Neal Whitman
time to lie down
a slice of silence
in the hush of dusk
Ingrid David
Beware the power of your voice
Hurtful words that tumble out
Forever in the universe
Nina Larsen
He kissed me and the sea was black –
Small sparks, fluorescent jellyfish,
a starfish reaching for his feet.
GB Romo
In the desert night,
the moon stalks the dark side
of my mind.
Michael Ratcliffe
She turned and kissed me softly.
I could not force my mind
to remain within the dream.
Stephen Leslie
After sinking a hole in one
Then he sinks another
Dentist drill
Christopher Keller
You say You love me
while I curse all Creation –
You say it again.
Debbi Antebi
the drip drip drip of the water—
the light footsteps of time
quickly trickling away
Sean Korsgaard
If you must choose to
Cultivate Mind, Body, and Soul
Always choose the soul.
DL Mullan
round dark silhouette
cocooned velvet now spreads free
as spring warms the blooms
Wayne Scheer
Autumn
Jackson Pollack dabbing color
On drab a canvas.
Nathan Lipps
Dead embers lie down
Filling up a Charnel house
And men drink fire
VISHNU RAJAMANICKAM
Dew on the leaf
Slips down
Loses identity
Kevin Ridgeway
Avocados line this cemetery
Of crumbs of leaf and stem
Together in nature’s dry soup
Charles Stephenson
The profit lies in the side work.
They brew stimulants.
They call it fair trade.
Elliot Ross
birdcages, rib-cages
dried beaks and telephone bills--
carrion luggage
Lauren Clarke
I smell your scent
In the middle of the city street
And forget that you are gone.
Brian Klonoski
The sky bleeds
as wild horses run by
and I stand alone and cry.
Warren Gotham
Melting candle, light
Two flowing heartbeats, dark night
Cool to the touch, dawn
Todd Grant
secrets revealed
heated stars tremble
two tongues meet
Heather Harris
The instinct of the rolled potato bug
the mouse playing dead under cat claws
is in you, to withstand and survive
Wendy Schmidt
Inexperienced in love,
she wore her heart on her sleeve.
He left a permanent mark.
Jack Hodil
The serial killer has no regrets.
He has never believed in karma,
only the people.