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Issue 1



Authors

Alisia, Nyla
Chan, Jon
Chung, Ian
Graves, Robert
Gunn, Alasdair
Harper, Stephanie
Hayes, Thomas
Hivner, Christopher
Hoffman, Nathan
Howard, Matt
Huffman, A.j.
Isip, J.d.
Joy, Alexander
Keller, Christopher
King, Sassysue
Leppla, Christen
Mertz, Erick
Millar, Bruce
Mukherjee, Dipika
Otten, Anthony
Pasvinter, Irena
Phillips, Dale
Poller, Aaron
Pova, Rosie
Reneau, Jr., Henry 7.
Rich, Jeremy
Scharwath, Carl
Scott, Andrew
Stenta, Gregory
Wilcox, Daniel




Gregory Stenta



moon shines on crushed grass
cat fight finishes my night
old tiger of mine




Gregory Stenta



forgotten last June
in our last kisses at dusk
two sons lay unborn




Ian Chung



anthocyanin
fades what greenly glowing grows
precipitously




Carl Scharwath



behind the old fence
a gathering of roses
who do they wait for?




Carl Scharwath



wilting rose pedal
weighted in the morning dew
drops tears of nature




Aaron Poller



Singing chickadee.
Eyeing absent bluebird's house.
Filled with tiny cheer.




Aaron Poller



Weeping cherry branch
Underneath the risen moon.
Our soldiers come home.




Alasdair Gunn



home to brand new girl
clammy lips on plastic valve
otherwise the same




Aaron Poller



Deluded tulip.
The month filled with snowy days.
May we rescue fear?




Rosie Pova



Tides washing the shore,
erasing the wet footprints
again and again.




Rosie Pova



Dark clouds 'cross the sky.
Raindrops beat against the glass,
playing the rain song.




Anthony Otten



bowling ball shrewdness
to have a triad of eyes
and use none of them




Henry 7. Reneau, Jr.



night falls, blind hope-like
high noon & a blaze of lead
surgery - flat line




Stephanie Harper



Flutter butterfly,
beat the tiny wings of time
before the Earthquake.




Nyla Alisia



It's a simple thing,
crushed under the daily rush,
I stop to notice.




Nyla Alisia



I long for nectar,
such sweet forbidden passion,
dewy on my lips.




Nyla Alisia



Stopped at the train tracks,
graffiti tagged boxcars pass,
five minute art break.




Christopher Keller



A red yellow green
falls to the window; inside
autumn is in bloom




Christen Leppla



Cool palm on forehead,
a mother's caress calls forth
Popsicle healing.




Erick Mertz



Young man wanting new
erases his pencil sketch:
clean sheet once again.




Irena Pasvinter



A poet was bored,
He crafted a dull poem.
Others suffer now.




Jon Chan



Splendid waves crash here
Beating the rocks into sand
Only to retreat




Daniel Wilcox



our black van tires roll
over dark elm trees stretched long,
but where are the bumps?




Dale Phillips



I once knew a man
Who cared not for fools he met
He was not well liked




Dale Phillips



Gentle blows the wind
That cools the hot traveler
And makes him go on




Dale Phillips



The clear azure sky
That stretches over our heads
Makes one feel so small




J.D. Isip



The taste of apples
and pears reminds them of Fall,
of knowing too much.




Dipika Mukherjee



Dawn on the Ganges
Distant bells, a twirling leaf
Strokes the quiet calm.




Dipika Mukherjee



Raindrops on black crows
Mudsmells rise with sodden wings
melting into clouds




Dipika Mukherjee



Short autumnal days.
Paths darken, then disappear --
alone, the wind shrieks.




Alexander Joy



day after the test
browsing through the catalogue
of other majors




A.J. Huffman



Wingless butterflies
swing from rainbow blue starbursts
pounding my mind's eye.




A.J. Huffman



Mermaids drink the night.
From shells of turquoise and gold.
Still they cannot breathe.




A.J. Huffman



These sounds dance slowly.
From your lips to my rhythm.
A match made in hell.




Andrew Scott



One love of one earth
Through hands of hope and healing
May it always be




Andrew Scott



Watching you sleeping
Wonder what dreams are dancing
In your head tonight




Andrew Scott



I sit in a room
Babysitting my dark mind
Wondering what next




Jeremy Rich



Feather snow hardens
To cold white steel, by sun's glare
That fades its glory.




Matt Howard



Math equations on
her thigh, the most perverse type
of cheating she's done




Matt Howard



Creation stories
have been lost, so let's create
our own by living




Christopher Hivner



drenched in summer rain
thunder rolling overhead
we're caught in full bloom




Christopher Hivner



across a gray sky
ragged red streaks like war paint
tribal chants in tow




Bruce Millar



Red cracks sear windows
Icicle tears cling to sills
Heart storm clots gutters




Nathan Hoffman



What a life to live
Meaning, purpose, passion yes
So go ahead live




Robert Graves



My son's eye doctor
lopes like charmed cobras in sand.
Eyes here! Pretty eyes!




Robert Graves



Her starry surf burns
The ocean is crystal grey
salty Milky Way




Sassysue King



Glistening prisms
Once mirroring my spirit
My mind, dormant, now




Sassysue King



The sand strewn with souls
Sitting on the beach of Death
The tide rushes in




Thomas Hayes



Green moss between bricks,
smell of cut grass floats on breeze,
rotated season.