Issue 8
Issue 8




Nells Wasilewski

my midnight caller
I see you through the peephole
after our quarrel
I swear not to let you in
as my hand turns the doorknob


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Nells Wasilewski

cafe on the square
quite alone at our table
I reach for your hand
then reality—my love
I’ll be along soon enough


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Melissa Robinson

birch stands autumn raw
cracked ivory skin naked
now trepidation
words etched in India ink
world seen through a poet's eyes


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Michele Baron

my eyes still sought sleep
dreams of too-quick velvet nights
time is relative
if the sun ever does sleep
are its dreams mirrored in dawn?


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Tim Dadswell

a litter-strewn ditch
could not choke this hardy plant;
the fen ragwort blooms
to outlive we polluters;
a golden emblem of hope


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Michael Flanagan

in complete trust
the boy’s prize hog almost smiles
as he walks to doom
and the farmer rolls his price
deeper into his pocket


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Jeffrey Cooper

Tears flow down our cheeks,
laughter crazy contagious.
​Then a ​foolish ​joke​--​
the mood suddenly somber,
joy vanquished in an eyeblink.


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Jeffrey Cooper

Strangers meet in bed,
bodies primed for quick relief.
Lust engenders love--
roses bloom in desert sand,
suns explode in nightime skies.


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DJ Tyrer

Silver tide draws in
Sunlight gently paints the scene
Gull shrieks on the breeze
Trailed by dancing crisp packets
Reverie sadly broken


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Grace Neff

Silk skims her shoulders
Playful eyes display her truth
Virtue uncovered
Apple offered by the suitor
Pleasure filled red lips move slow


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Melanie Duppins

While I cry, you sleep
Cut the grass, pack your boxes
Our love a ribbon
You cut with impunity
Like a zip tie on your wrist


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Angela Sargent

Forgiveness has failed
Appeals to solid reason
Wartime blazes now
Your silence is like a roar
Hearts close off remembered lies


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Wesley Sims

Buds thrust forth then leaves
come fast in early April,
like hatching birdies,
once they’ve broken through the shell
of winter, they race to fledge.


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Wesley Sims

Doting bluebird brings
one flecked fledgling to feeder.
He flies very well.
They light beside the meal worms.
She spoils, stuffs worms in his mouth.


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Matthew Cowles

First Letter:
Severed clean the bonds
Withered root left us to hold
Sorrow, longing, rage
Scream Your Name at blur'd mirror
Come back! Your sons, wife, and friends

Reply Letter:
So severed the link
Cut loose earthy encumbrance
Release, Freedom, Peace
Sacred source returning
Beyond call, dark eternal


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Michael Flanagan

always be happy…
a thought scrawled in a yearbook
by a boy long dead
who will be forever smiling
searching for his future


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Kelly Sauvage Angel

articulating
a rapacious agenda,
contractor’s backhoe;
displaced artists stand, silent,
their lofts reduced to rubble


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Mukund Gnanadesikan

Above honking sounds
In makeshift rooftop gardens
Tiny lights far away
Provide luminous questions
To my limited eyesight.


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Mukund Gnanadesikan

Wounded black-backed gull
Hides amid tallest sea grass
Knows others will come
On predatory mission
Lacking flight, he waits.


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Robert Walton

Like an upthrust thorn,
A cry rises from far canyons
Still blue with shadow.
Wrapped in lean vines of yelps.
It commands the new day’s hunt.


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Matthew Cowles

First Letter:
Dulcinea true
Playing with words in the sky
Diamonds for names
Dragon's flames test the fools
Soliloquy of soldiers

Reply Letter:
Quixote indeed
Puzzles for rhymes of intrigue
Daggers for games
Damsels chase swords to play
Sojourner's heroic song


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Tina Stickles

The television
Breaks the silence, spewing noise
A chaotic mix
Of lights, pictures, and sound
Slowly rotting my brain cells


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Cynthia Kaserkie

they told me honey
was sweet, and that was the truth
but for every drop
honeybees died while trying
to protect themselves from you


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Shasta Hatter

you walk towards me
night surrounds this reunion
moonlight graces your skin
your starlight extends to me
your touch in my galaxy


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Bill Melton

undulating waves
awaken dim memories
primeval heartbeat
ocean assails the senses
filling the voids of my soul


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Bill Melton

backlit morning sun
translucent beryl green sky
sultry summer heat
low distant growl of thunder
heralds an approaching storm


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Christa Planko

uprooted pebbles,
lost, tumbling in rolling tide,
caught in the current --
newfound lovers swept away,
seeking sanctuary shore


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Jessica Renee Dawson

seagulls sauntering
across the linen canvas
shores out of my reach –
my weakened soul comforted
seeing the world through her eyes


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Mantz Yorke

remembering war
redcoats parade in full dress
outside my window
a corps of scarlet poppies
chalices brim-full of blood


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MaryEllen Gambutti

tea beyond a fence
Fujisan in distant clouds
I gazed far and breathed
then plucked fragrant tiny leaves
brought them home to my mother


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MaryEllen Gambutti

childhood friends and games
sounds of windchimes kites that soar
Fujisan in memory
the joyful times I recall
though I'm far they feel so near

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Carl Maier

Waking from a dream
Attempting to remember
Thoughts recede quickly
Only swirling memories
Leave patterns of confusion


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Iris Lee

Another autumn
Japanese maple flaming
brief luminescence
So little time left to read
So little time left to write


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Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

full moon shining
on the east wall
all is quiet
only the fan marks
the pace of time


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Lauren Berard

Keep that stove door shut
Let the embers dance inside
Steel heat machine
Refined victory in ash
True triumph in destruction


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Blue Rogers

Blaring metal, sharp
Noxious vapors rise above
Fields of red rust
Mountains of red dust gather
Shoots grow from polluted mud


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Savannah Johnson

The dark clouds rumble
at war with the sky above
The sun is hidden
maybe being protected
from the harsh world underneath


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Maya Messenger

Homemade lemonade
Tingling and mouth numbing
With a hint of sweet
Sugar sunk to the bottom
Stings every cut but worth it


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Gabriel Weller

Silicon Castles
All that virtual power
If nothing is real
What do we do afterwards?
After the servers go down


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Ethan Williams

a fly in a web
the spider scurries to food
the fly is eaten
a bird eats the spider whole
and leaves the web bare and dull.


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Makenzie Williamson

Heading Out

The mountain stands tall
White snow draped across the top
A lone hiker stands
At the base ready to go
Into the unknown forest


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Justine Poor

Street lights look so warm
I could watch them forever
You said you liked it
When the darkness was broken
By the street light and the moon


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AJ Padron

In the dark of night,
The train wails its lonely call
Screaming awfully
It shakes the ground it roams
Gone again to unknown lands


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Nakai Mckenzie

I've stumbled through life
I walk on not knowing why
Yet somehow I live
Striving to change my own world
I cast out thoughts to make change


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Monica Flegg

freezing winter day
raft of Common Goldeneye
dive in unison
aquatic invertebrates
coastal cuisine for dinner


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Jessica Van De Kemp

I’m one of the kids
not respected by parents,
but thought highly of
by angels and devils—all
flying, invisible brutes.


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Terry Macrae

Mom still in my phone
seven years after her death
missing her now, still
I tap her number and hear
her voice mingling with the rings


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Mary Crane Fahey

Sweet scented May Bells
Under lilac's shade blossom
Bell shaped jewels, lucent white
A bed of violets creeps close
In vernal companionship


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