Issue 1
Issue 1




Tim Gardiner

pale blue confetti
smothering yellow primroses
swept away by the wind
the joy of a spring wedding
so quickly forgotten


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Jay Cates

the light behind you
was too bright, your face was dark,
the sun would not set.
you and I burned less brightly
parting under moon and stars


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B.T Joy

I feel for women
in 8th century Japan.
How lonely it was
to believe a laurel grew
on the surface of the moon.


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Jesus Chameleon

summer survives me
hardly with love from frond walls,
love woven by hand---
by daylight I am profound,
by nightlight confounded still


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Robert Penven

screaming winds and rain
shake the fragile window glass
we hook the shutters
waiting for the sky to crash
then silence brings the rainbow


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Robert Penven

she sweeps the water
raising her hand to the sun
drops glisten like gold
tears now falling from her eyes
tell us life's currents run deep


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Robert Penven

with loves tenderness
a hand touches a woman
the noble writer
creator of prose and verse
now holds a cherry blossom


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William Burkholder

The breath of Autumn
Summer skies weep for umber
Cold hand of Winter
South bound cormorant fleeing
Nests abandoned until Spring


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Jackie Maugh Robinson

First Letter
your songs
draw me to you
I know your heart-
my eyes on yours
waiting breathlessly for more

Reply Letter
jasmine in your hair
love lights your dark eyes
you answer my songs-
our voices and the moon
this sweet poetry of love


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Mickey Murphy

A stolen moment
Fingers entwine, eyes glance up
Two kites crossing paths
Harnessing our breathlessness
Towards their entanglement.


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Marieta Maglas

Love winds in my life,
In my mind to weave sweet dreams,
Which don't wither off,
But take me to the sheer bliss,
Whether there is hope or not.


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Christa Planko

Crimson and gold tones
bedazzled the jeweled trees,
adorned for harvest --
Hoping to reap love's bounty,
I faced stark, chill emptiness.


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Grace Hughes Chappell

we went to the woods
on our anniversary--
forty-seven years--
no roof no altar this time
rain dripped on us through the trees


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Grace Hughes Chappell

the lake was secret
its darkening noontime blue--
swim for it you said
the other side beckoning
wrapping us up together


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Grace Hughes Chappell

your kiss tastes of salt
the sea's juicy oysters, too
small pearls of surprise–
an undeniable route
to blood to lust toward loss


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Christa Planko

The sinking sun met
the purpling starlit sky --
lovers approaching --
cheek-to-cheek in the twilight,
pulling on evening's cover.


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William Burkholder

A brilliant trumpet
Shattering the silence now
Love so beautiful
Soul set free to live again
Silence of the pulse extinct


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Nells Wasilewski

Rendezvous with you
I see you waiting for me
cheeks flush step quickens
I rush toward your waiting arms
trying to stay in the dream


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Judy Beaston

promise of rain hung
heavy weights below gray skies
pregnant without birth
each moment labors onward
craving womb's final breaking


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Charmaine Chircop

from between pages
the forgotten petal falls
on an empty shelf
settled dust is today's mud
where the priest smells a smudged rose


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Stu Buck

Grasping at Scarlet,
Umber, Crimson and Auburn
Autumn delivers
A placid melancholy
At odds with its warming hues


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Adam Sprague

In pain, I go out
And find a new sunflower--
How quick it had changed
Now wide open just like me
To new possibilities.


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Christina Kapp

I lay my breadcrumbs
Backwards around your timepiece
A clock never stops
You eat them all without me
Hunger is always on time


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Teddy Kimathi

succulent slender grass
sprouting from moist soil
morning Sun slowly rises
as gazelles run
across the Sahara plains


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David Edwards

geese, V upon V,
in migration formation
thunder less distant
even sightless eyes can see
seasons change in an instant


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Chrystal Berche

Gunmetal dreams burn
flinty rolls of chalkdust smoke
illusions die quiet
colorlessly somber deaths
eclipsed by neon nightmares


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Kim Anguiano

standing close to me
fingers feathering my neck
paparazzi swarm
images forever cast
nothing is ever sacred


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Angelo Ancheta

orange blood moon
above the cloudless sky
tonight this silence
only we both know so well
fills the gaps words cannot say


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Maryam Qureshi

Departure of Spring
Flowers ready to wither
Under barren touch....
Homecoming of bare Autumn
The festival of red leaves


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Catherine B. Krause

I put on more layers
for protection from the cold
and I realize
there is no situation
that I cannot overcome.


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Clarise Samuels

stardust and sky swords
made of lasers and light beams
magical muses
at war in the exosphere–
highest good; lowest evil.


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Clarise Samuels

only a moment
frozen here in space and time
wandering about–
asking our bizarre questions
demanding discreet answers.


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Timothy Hicks

Between railroad tracks
A single blue flower stood
So firm and slender -
Much like I saw you this morn
Gorgeous in the face of death


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Melvina Germain

Heartfelt sympathy,
embraced in blue shadow light.
Black rose bleeding red,
tantalized in silent song.
True love captures the moment.


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Nells Wasilewski

In the still of night
your hand resting on my waist
igniting soul's flame
rush of spring before first bloom
full of anticipation


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Goran Rahim

We danced with a leaf,
Before the last breath of fall.
We played with colors,
Before the darkness of night.
Farewell to happiness !


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Linda Bonney Olin

I gave you no name
For I could not give you life
Cherished unknown child
Do you yawn in heaven's arms
When I sing you lullabys?


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Linda Bonney Olin

cask of aging wine
undrunk, not even tasted
my time has not come
I wait for heaven's steward
to approve and pour me out.


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Colin W. Campbell

dry winds are calling
at the edge of the grasslands
when dunes are marching
only green battalions
might make the desert retreat


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Cathy Bryant

I carried mother
to the mountain top, leaving
her there, as ordered.
Descending alone, I wept,
skipping lightly as a goat.


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Dani Norman

Two rivers twirl by
plum blossom trees shadowed scrim
I see behind dreams -
his singular face, rambling
tossed through midnight's dark petals.


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Melissa Patterson

Brisk November wind
Anxiety courses through
my mind and body
praying, singing, thanking God
clinging to the faith of youth.


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Al Ortolani

twenty years married:
before turning out the light
I watch my wife sleep
with Fifty Shades of Gray
spilled on her pillow


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Deborah Guzzi

First Letter

an ancient oak tree
towers over the high tor
lightening answers
my arms outstretched mimic limbs
my heart pounds to the thunder

Reply letter

the storm passes swift
as the cut of a steel blade
uncauterized, raw
the walk home muddies my soles
on the refuse of love's dream


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Heather Browne

Your graceful swan neck
Bends like willows kissing ground
Touching my cheek soft
I tremble, feeling the wind
Rising me high, flying home

Your eyes shine opal
Every color glorious
Drawing me to you
Holding my breath with each blink
Waiting for your beauty once more

~~~OOO~~~

Listening to your rain
Reminds me of temple bells
Asking me to kneel
Tenderly upon your sand
Warmth beneath my lonely feet

Your eyebrows arc high
Farther than the sun and stars
Your light captures me
Wanting to bask in your glow
Heavenly radiant shine

Your voice flows like silk
Wrapping me in golden cord
Your gift to open
I wait to see you delight
As I sing to you my love


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Lily Li

Even galaxies
Could not compare to your eyes
So close; yet so far
Was your soft heartbeat from mine -
Deception at its finest


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Sergio Ortiz

I'm going back
to a time when I was
a woman...
my kimono brushes
the arid ground


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Dennis Lowe

silent apartment
love lonely year withering
winter frost creeping
dark room, untouched things, I find
junk mail and a Christmas card


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Dennis Lowe

memories of him
keeper of law and justice
who died long ago
I owe my existence to
the Judge who matched my parents


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Mary Gunn

Youthful adventures
On a summer vacation
Greek sun on our skin–
So many good memories
They continue to sparkle


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Mandy Brown

Contemplated call
Ten digits between our pasts
Dialing her number
Staring at the telephone
Asleep before pressing “send”


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Clarise Samuels

this harsh reality
I think I know it so well;
the thing-in-itself
belies the strange illusion,
the reflection of the form.


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Lewis Baxter

First Letter
Your eyes opening
As new blooms to welcome dawn
Rose upon my tears.
Gulls cried for joy at sunrise
As I cried to meet again.

Reply Letter
Nightingales must fly
Silent when the sun looks in
To the nests they know.
Will the osprey soaring now
Here return from hunts at sea?


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Kasha Nystrand

Flying on a plane
Soaring through passing night clouds
I look toward the clouds
Peaking out the plane window
Gazing at another's dreams


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Herb Kauderer

sweating shirtless men
burning coals shaping metal
a group of blacksmiths
work the anvil & bellows
making their hot day hotter


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Bobby Aldridge

Gray weathered oak tree
crushed by prevailing winds,
leaning on my arm.
She pulls rolls from the oven
and doesn't notice the heat.

Old bricks crumbling,
hot, cold, many seasons
the building topples.
So much rubble in the street,
won't even make garden paths.

Humiliated–
petals circle peonies
after stormy nights.
Your voice on the phone sobbing,
you cannot recall the wind.

How many colors
can green be on rolling hills
in southern summers?
Family reunion season,
relatives I've never met

Kneel at the altar
her white foliage flowing
my eternal rose.
Fragrant summer evenings
spent remembering springtime.


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Grady Manus

candlelight dances
jubilant in the deep dark
winter reflections
white hot light of your embrace
stamped on the walls of my soul


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C. Z. Heyward

tertiary robe
descends in spiraling ebbs
weightless boughs beckon
sweet bombastic eulogy
as harvest ashes rustle


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Janet Butler

the rains let up
night has a damp earth smell
with an edge of star
moon sits on a high branch
I write you in her soft light


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Janet Butler

spring arrives
at a leisurely pace
a slow unbudding
my getting to know you
charms companionship


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Chris Gusek

revelations as she crawls
into the bed
naked smiling and wet -
my flat cap
hanging on the post


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Spiros Zafiris

the wishing well
her eyes steadfastly offer,
each time my heart
suggests the body or itself
seeks consent, rewards them both
~


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Genevieve Fitzgerald

you're ice mountain melt
frothed rush over tumbled stones
crowding discarded
twigs hard against roots exposed
mesmerizing; in I plunge


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Carly Holmes

My world has hardened
to platinum and crystal:
frost-bleached. But for you,
love, my thoughts are blue. Feathers
plucked from the wing of a jay.


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Lee Prosser

Wrapped within dusk wings
Coiling tight, biting, slowly
becoming clawed bones
Another carcass for crows
feeding where kisses once lay


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Deborah Guzzi

a single oak straddles
the crest of an ancient mound
sheet lightning calls
stretching skyward arms mimic
my heart pounds as thunder rolls


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C. Z. Heyward

spineless sharecropper
antediluvian chores
weave chambers of life
within soft wet coffee grinds
birthing a cascade of blooms


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