Issue 3
Issue 3




Peggy Trojan

Luna moth came tonight
outside the window near me
so pale in the dark
you have been gone a year now
the Luna's grace reminds me


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Peggy Trojan

the moth nears the flame
over and over again
ignores the danger
some beauty is worth the pain
some even worth dying for


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Bill Melton

breeze rippled river
sunlight happily dancing
on undulations
a loon chick peacefully sleeps
on a parent's bobbing back


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Bill Melton

goldenrod under
canopy of red sumac
a wall of color
with the first snow of winter
blossoms will bow to the earth


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Lily Li

They never teach love
in a textbook, darling - stop
rationalizing
the curves of my silhouette
embracing melancholy


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Angelina Tolbert

Brown wicker rocking chair
Smiling high yellow beauty
I am at home
Sitting still in the darkness
For the rocking is no more


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Jasmine Wardiya

Rise men, the sun has set
and the morrow'll soon bark
your lazy bums from bed.
Dark is short. Hark! Hark!
The mistress night awaits.


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Anna Cates

gourmet pizza
at a sidewalk eatery
an atheist and a preacher
debate gay dads
fading sunlight


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Anna Cates

autumn moon
a stone path
through the woods
breaths of wind
I seek you


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Anna Cates

new leaves
as dawn breaks
I follow
a sparrow to the river
to the sun


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Urszula Robinson

clear river water
where silver fish swim upstream
how long have I craved
the cool taste on my lips- still
you make me drink from the sea


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Jackie Maugh Robinson

the long road divides
someone has taken the sign
which way will lead home?
I follow my heart...and trust
longing makes you seem nearer


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Christa Planko

Autumn's final kiss --
warm, spiced cider pressed to lips --
steamy memory,
like the scent of worn leather,
brush of stubble on my cheek.


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Ana Drobot

hearing in my sleep
the rapping rain
flowing river
the sand in the hourglass
no longer running


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Bill Melton

snow gently covers
dark towering lofty peaks
with a bridal veil
a softly undulating
garment of pristine beauty


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Bill Melton

stillness of the night
disturbed only by the wind
a desolate room
I hear you whisper my name
but I cannot answer back


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Tiffany Taylor

Tap, tap – a branch beats
against glass smudged with decay,
eerily keeping
time for the hands on the clock
that are no longer ticking.


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David Anthony Sam

feathered streak of blue
and orange falls from red maple−
bird beaks the beetle−

the green of grass, the blue/orange−
hunger fulfilled in this death


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Tim Smith

tender warming rays
reflect amongst her vestige
dim skies clear as day
eclipse my heart shield my soul
hours pass and so shall you


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Mary Crane Fahey

closet door ajar
pale pink coat swings loose, alone
her sweet life witnessed
on wooden hanger. She speaks
still to us. Be strong, my girls


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Tim Ryerson

weather beaten sign
driven down in dying weeds
forsaken headstone...
oh nameless, forgotten soul
the Savior knows who you are


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Christopher Knodel

Gnashing ice gales cut
through clothing and into flesh;
shadows ate moonlight...
I should never have gone there,
but the wind's whisper called me.


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Clarise Samuels

wintry bare branches
weighed down with crystal ices
and chalky white snow;
ominous windswept landscape
diverting my shielded eyes


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Susan Gentry

Moments that matter
yield moments of clarity
revealing all truth
releases shackles of pride
for more moments that matter


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Deborah Davitt

The hawk soars above
in the blue sky, like my soul,
but earthbound I stay,
unable to spiral up,
weighted by my own choices.


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Deborah Davitt

A comet plunges
across the gulf of space-time,
breathing frost behind;
once portent of death and war,
now life-bringer, seed-bearer.


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J.L. Smith

Snow retreats arctic
Hikers slosh through muddy trails
Damp wood campfire burns
April's not the cruelest month
But a warm resurrection


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Kevin Andersen

The raven, sitting
right here outside my window
whispers poetry -
Carrying Poe's legacy
on his black-feathered shoulders.


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Lianne Kamp

Morning soap bubbles
Wash away the skin that grew
Over yesterday
Silently the smell of you
Slips down the drain in white clouds


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Joann Grisetti

the skateboard junkie
his final accoutrements
neatly left behind
make-shift depository
offerings overflowing


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Lorraine Cipriano

Drumming beats wildly
in tune with their heart rhythm
bare feet stomping sand
scintilla of doubt now gone
high off her sweet aroma


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Lorraine Cipriano

Ohi'a blossoms
vibrant red in the sunrise
sandy shores call her
petals gathered from the wild
symbolizing sacredness


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Michael Griffith

In the audience
We wait there so impatient
Thunder crashes loud
I wish I could return now
To times of such excitement


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Rita Simmonds

Dandelions wait
for her bright and youthful gaze.
They call from green sky–
Yellow, grounded, propped-up stars
in her fist they fall and fade.


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Michael Griffith

The prairie bakes hot
We stand among the brown grass
The house is empty
Our people are buried here
The time for tears has gone, passed


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Robert Walton

A golden leaf falls,
Flickers from light to shadow.
A golden leaf falls
At the touch of a child's eyes
And opens them forever.


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Bobby Aldridge

my grandfather's hands
are hard to slip through his sleeves
rigid and frail

the cicada shell, open,
clinging to a tangled yew


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Bobby Aldridge

kiss me, hold me close
warm me against the winter
I remember spring

what do red squirrels dream of
twitching, trying not to wake


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Clarise Samuels

gliding a smooth path
through these silky, silent leaves
that float on the pond;
every wolf seeks a swan
to know his murderous self.


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Lianne Kamp

Time for a pivot
like a tanka verse mid-air
find that turning place
where we create a new shape
leave our cocoons in the wind


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Ron Scully

last night's spaghetti
alla carbonara paired
guanciale a l'egg
perfectly timed melt atop
something you had to tell me


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