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Issue 2



Authors

Bishop, Douglas
Cohut, Maria
Colline, Virginie
Ford,sr., Arthur C.
Graves, Robert
Hayes, Thomas
Head, Beverly
Hivner, Christopher
Iuppa, M.j.
Joy, Alexander
Lassell, Daniel
Lipe, Steve
Murphy, Christina
Pasvinter, Irena
Petreman, David
Pfingston, Roger
Piatkowski, Paul
Poller, Aaron
Pova, Rosie
Sayler, Mary
Scott, Andrew
Stenta, Gregory
Tustin, John
Tzagoloff, Helen
Walstrom, Audrey
Ward, Anthony
Weed, Richard
Whitman, Neal
Williams, L.b.




Thomas Hayes



Cold dinner tonight,
oven left unattended,
can't burn cereal.




Thomas Hayes



Fingers through soft hair,
breath on cheek, kisses down neck,
the kids are at school.




Alexander Joy



Each day's earth begets
a fresh green philosophy.
Watch them sprout like seeds.




Robert Graves



Air conditioner
white-noise: copper-silver wind,
electric heaven.




Rosie Pova



tall stands the pine tree
its twin in the calm water
whisper timeless tales




Rosie Pova



pink orchard blossoms
swayed by the breeze greet the sun
diffusing sweet scent




Rosie Pova



racing white clouds stretch
painting on the blue canvass
countless shapes they make




Aaron Poller



Hummingbird in air.
Cat hiding in the garden.
Milk now turned sour.




Beverly Head



the creek meanders
away from our eager feet
it never turns back




Beverly Head



dirty white tables
our reflections in windows
I am getting cold




M.J. Iuppa



Sunset at the lake~
Empty Adirondack chairs
face autumn's twilight.




Anthony Ward



Amidst the darkness
I look down the milky way
Of the city light




John Tustin



The bed is so cold
Your words linger over me
Blankets between us




John Tustin



Small moments convey
Larger truths unobvious
Much like stones upturned




Irena Pasvinter



Memories are wiped
Out of their crumpled fortress.
A smile still lingers.




Irena Pasvinter



Clouds of desert sand
Crawl into the city's lungs,
Burning out the air.




Andrew Scott



Woods are so peaceful,
a place you can breathe the air,
and unclear the mind.




Christina Murphy



sorrow is not kind
tender or gentle in scope?
just cold like silence




Christina Murphy



sunset through white clouds
a panoply of colors
yielding to darkness




Christina Murphy



nowhere is now here
empty as transparent glass
revealing no thing




Christopher Hivner



Lights above the trees
Sentries of white, red and blue
Guiding our escapes




Paul Piatkowski



faces float on past
greyhound stations, trains and tracks
returns air grayscale




Irena Pasvinter



His mummy is safe
In museum. No danger
Of resurrection.




Audrey Walstrom



Furious winds blow
Spineless branches scrape the earth
And then leap skyward




Virginie Colline



silence on the beach
your sky vast and crystal clear
my heart wide open




Maria Cohut



A handful of books
Sown into the desk's hard wood:
Harvest of the dead.




Gregory Stenta



fast fading crickets
day lilies blooming beneath
a widow's window




Gregory Stenta



stark leaf-stripped branches
good-bye kisses on doorsteps
harvest moon waning




Daniel Lassell



pay no attention
to these lies that hide behind
walls of politics




Audrey Walstrom



Breeze rustles dry grass
Birds sing, frogs croak, squirrels chirp
The sounds of silence




Roger Pfingston



Bumblebee, hanging
midair, not a flower near?
maybe lost in thought.




Mary Sayler



As the menacing
summer storm builds momentum,
green leaves shake ? jazz hands!




Mary Sayler



Birds ripple the wine-
colored sunset, hoisting sails
on the summer sea.




Arthur C. Ford,Sr.



Waves bring messages,
Mankind waits along the beach-
Those of peace still drown.




Helen Tzagoloff



Hot noon in August -
I swim alone in a pool,
hawk circling above.




Helen Tzagoloff



Bright orange spiders
run up and down the beige wall
just like Fred Astaire.




Helen Tzagoloff



Liquid crystals flow
until triggered to behave
like solid masses.




Neal Whitman



the old oak out front
a hulking brute of a tree
the house abandoned




Neal Whitman



a cellist scooting
dashes through the backstage door
beating the downpour




Neal Whitman



on top of a pine
a lone shrike in silhouette
no sound on the dunes




David Petreman



Birch leaves: propellers
Twirling sunlight into green
You hear the wind blow




David Petreman



Sun has disappeared
Movement in the ancient pine
A chickadee flits




Douglas Bishop



Dawn's light holds in breath --
A heron strikes bright water,
Scattering the sun.




Douglas Bishop



The spray arcs sunward,
Wind makes the sail tremble tight;
Two rainbows in tow.




Richard Weed



two waves of movement
walking the cooling pavement
across the silence




Richard Weed



pecking on window
robin has returned again
to her reflection




Richard Weed



eastern winds blowing
all nature mourns in showers
trees weep on their banks




L.B. Williams



Blue horses run by
Children asleep on white clouds
Their hands in the sand.




L.B. Williams



Rose hues on gray sky
Earth blue islands faraway
Worlds where no one dies.




Steve Lipe



Last Huey rises
from Saigon's embassy roof
ladder's rungs still full.