Poets in this issue — click a name to read
- Alvarez, Mike
- Anderson, Amy
- Antebi, Debbi
- Berza, April Mae
- Brown, Autumn
- Christina, Martha
- Clarke, Lauren
- David, Ingrid
- Drury, Ivo
- Edwards, David
- Eickmeyer, Cameron
- Ellman, Neil
- Evans, Lee
- Friedenberg, Jay
- Harris, Heather
- Huffman, A.j.
- Joo, Jungmin
- K, Padmini
- Kalwar, Santosh
- Keller, Christopher
- Koji, William F.
- May, Nancy
- Mcgavock, Ie
- Mcnabb, Fiona
- Melton, Bill
- Minard, James
- Mycroft Roske
- Norton, Gerry
- Pedraza, Miguel
- Petras, Robert
- Rb, Joey
- Robbins, Doug
- S., Preeti
- Samuelson, Audrey
- Schmitt, Elisabeth
- Singh, Ram Krishna
- Steele, Craig
- Wallace, Austin
- Weston, Joanna M.
- Wilson, Juliet
- Xu, Jessica
- Znaidi, Ali
Miguel Pedraza
Church bells ring in the gallows
taunting of a far away God.
Lives extinguish in waiting.
Doug Robbins
Candle lit tonsils
Grinning orange gourd
Witches sabbath
Martha Christina
a cage with a tiny trapeze
a bill to ring for company
three reasons not to sing.
Martha Christina
rick rack
of white caps, stitched
against the blue-grey sea
Ivo Drury
giant green combines
sail seas of wheat
under the Harvest Moon
Martha Christina
daring jumping spider
on the chair back, its quick
movement prompts my own
Bill Melton
We soil our own nests
And doom the planet to death
The birds know better
Ie Mcgavock
the wave first, then the foam
little soap bubbles
cleansing the sand
Padmini K
A delicate white intruder
among fine greenery
A blossoming rose
Autumn Brown
A heart heavy
filled to the top
like a freshly planted pot
Juliet Wilson
snowflakes pile up
on the windowsill
second cup of tea
Juliet Wilson
a funeral pyre
on an empty beach at dusk -
caged birds are freed.
David Edwards
Life is a bead of
dew upon a rose petal
sun breaking through clouds
Nancy May
Ice catches raindrops
Elegantly dancing in
Cold waking morning
Amy Anderson
potted mum cold-burnt
clump in dim garage never
planted in autumn
Amy Anderson
pyramid of dead
blown up against window low
some of fall’s leavings
Elisabeth Schmitt
Old worn table
Tattooed by the hands
of strangers
Doug Robbins
oozing wax down the wick of a naughty candle
fluids are released
Sensual candle burning bright.
Austin Wallace
Anne watches sadly
as pink cherry blossoms fall
apart in her hands
Gerry Norton
My skin smashes
odium like daisies
in the grass
Debbi Antebi
emptying his dreams
into wine glasses
with a shaky hand
Cameron Eickmeyer
Editing a poem is like
picking a scab to see if
the wound still bleeds
Preeti S.
Gliding loneliness
Untouched unheard truth
Forgiving all sins
Ram Krishna Singh
wintry morning sun
lost in a layer of fog
shells of broken eggs
Ingrid David
Happiness of wedding bells
Sadness as the gavel splits it apart
Choices of the human heart
Lee Evans
Seen through the surface
Flat rocks watery sunshine
Tadpoles meditate
William F. Koji
Gold finches fly
Like flowers in the wind
Chaos in flight
William F. Koji
The day lilies bend
In the wind and fall
They can’t get up
Jungmin Joo
watching the raindrops
knocking on the windowpane
sipping on a cup of white tea
Mycroft Roske
broad boughs leaning low
something age-blurred carved in bark
old swing creaks in breeze
Ali Znaidi
a giant palm leaf
was tickled pink by the wind
a slithering snake
Ali Znaidi
a black cloud swaying
a crow on a black barrel
long-distance flirting
Joey Rb
idealism-
the star is still there
after it has died
Robert Petras
Eternal one-night stand,
she remembered her Herpes,
Greek god of swift love.
Audrey Samuelson
The melody of clinking teacups
The aroma of cigar smoke
All heavy and swirling
Joanna M. Weston
New Year’s Day
I’m planning
his funeral
April Mae Berza
dewdrops are tears
of the gods, frozen
in a leaf.
A.J. Huffman
Exhaustion lingers.
Day. Night. Week. Year. Still. Always.
I bleed for solace.
Christopher Keller
The tide is blood-red
on the green, the rain comes hard
and I start to swing.
Mike Alvarez
a mother in tears ...
her jade elephant
shattered
James Minard
Like a handful of water
I feel you slipping from my grasp,
one drop at a time.
Jessica Xu
The birds sang in unison
The sweet, joyful tune
Rang out from the trees.
Heather Harris
It was the shift she found frightening
the quickness of the smile’s fade
his recoil, as instant as the impact.
Craig Steele
home...work...home...
no escaping the darkness ―
winter workday
James Minard
As I close my eyes to sleep
I know I will not be the same
person when I open them again.
Santosh Kalwar
She started crying
Incessant pain
With a ruby pink tulip in my hand
Jay Friedenberg
in the shade
of the old stone wall
this last patch of winter
Fiona McNabb
I make myself. Like underwater
baskets, I am woven slow
by hand, from coils of swimming serpents.
Lauren Clarke
Our toothbrushes entwine like lovers
i need to buy
new toothpaste
Neil Ellman
Trouble in paradise—
crowds gather at the capitol
angels think.