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Issue 21



Authors

, Valentina
Aldridge, Bobby
Antebi, Debbi
Barry, Stephen
Beltran, Lark
Bernard, Tuwond
Bevins, Shaun
Billings, Trey
Chameleon, Jesus
Cummings, Kemar
Fawkes, Ed
Gonzalez, Mauricio
Gove, Joan
Gunn, Mary
Hopkinson, Trish
Jett, W. Luther
Johnston, Bill
Kavanaugh, David
Kelly, David
Kovac, Kim Peter
Lanning, Rebecca
Mckeon, Tina
Nicholas, Joe
Osborne, Katherine
Richardson, David
Rousseau, Rita
Rushton, Biff
Sassi, Fabio
Scicluna, Norman
Sciortino, June
Senser, Daniel
Sharp, Cynthia
Slaten, Daniel
Streur, Russell
Wachtel, Shirley Russak
Wasilewski, Nells
Williams, Patricia




Patricia Williams



snow piles disappear,
blossoms anxious for the melt ?
old secrets emerge




Patricia Williams



Primeval earthquakes
hot moist air meets cold dry air ?
man provokes woman




Rebecca Lanning



all the leaves dropped dead
bare branches, hard arteries
squirrels' nests, bulging clots




Trey Billings



Huddled together
Pining for sweet summer fruit
Snow-covered Monkeys!




Joe Nicholas



An autumn bruised black
leaves swept under the roadside
for winter to bloom




Stephen Barry



Long legs, deep strong chest
Flowing black mane built for speed
Sadly not distance




Stephen Barry



River flowing past
dawn breaks grey stones budding trees
trout rise to dry fly




Russell Streur



Hour before dawn
Horned owl hoots alarm in pines
Trouble on the way




Kim Peter Kovac



moss on the stone bridge -
skyscrapers rippling under
the old graceful arc




Shaun Bevins



A purple crocus
springs up through the winter snow.
Daffodils take heed.




Mary Gunn



endangered species
two bumlebees feeding on
flowering ivy




Lark Beltran



Now is a thin ledge
for mindhold to grasp for long;
past and future reign.




Trish Hopkinson



News lays flat in the
driveway waiting sadly to
be recycled pulp.




David Richardson



Timid yellow slug
It will take days to find out
How long this hill is.




W. Luther Jett



When I walk, I am
out of focus just enough
to see things clearly




David Richardson



Under morning clouds,
Belly rumbling like thunder ?
A Buddhist sutra.




W. Luther Jett



flock of wild geese drifts
under the late autumn moon
ghosts of my young life




David Richardson



Silent company
On this early spring morning
My pensive shadow.




Shirley Russak Wachtel



a kiss of pink dawn
breaks across the milk gray moon
breathing me awake




Shirley Russak Wachtel



ginger incense speaks
air bubbles catching moments
which words cannot hold




Shirley Russak Wachtel



April's rise reveals
cherry blossoms? splattered eyes
in stone's long white face




Biff Rushton



Ripe for the Season ~
And I held a reaping tongue ~
For this sweet Harvest




Mauricio Gonzalez



Dust and furniture
one particle at a time
slowly reunite




Kemar Cummings



On close reflection
Eyes mirror eyes in the pool
Their gaze a memoir




Bobby Aldridge



The moon is broken
Into several sharp pieces
On rippled water




Fabio Sassi



Sinking down slowly
Hit by your cannon ball words
In Trafalgar Square




Jesus Chameleon



how new the smile that
brightens, christens arrival---
sib's share in heaven




David Kelly



reanimation ?
fallen leaves rising, dancing
in the bus's wake




June Sciortino



Snowflakes on my face,
masking the salty dampness
of your departure.




June Sciortino



A silver lantern
Gentle breeze on the water
Precious reflections




Tuwond Bernard



Lost a special friend
through holy matrimony
Time to find anew.




David Kavanaugh



after morning rain
sailing in a newborn stream
very clean garbage




Debbi Antebi



blanket of fall leaves
foliage of memories
crunching underfoot




Debbi Antebi



in the crowded street
looking for her own shadow
between others? feet




Valentina



glass bowl in classroom
children watch a tadpole swim
waiting for a frog




Tina McKeon



Watermelon slice
Ammunition against heat
Spitting seeds toward sun




Katherine Osborne



from its dark zeroes
an avalanche has buried
what you want to say




Katherine Osborne



vision of Winter:
outline of geese overhead
not making a sound




Cynthia Sharp



sunfish in the sky
clouds dipping like quick minnows
turning lavender




Bill Johnston



ripped space time fabric
countdown in black hole maelstrom
compulsive hoarding




Nells Wasilewski



leaves abandon trees
empty branches wave farewell--
you moved out today




Nells Wasilewski



camping at the lake
a treetop cradles the moon
sleeping with the stars




Nells Wasilewski



hummingbird's feeding
spring, youth and stolen kisses
taste of sweet nectar




Rita Rousseau



convened on phone wires,
parliament of green parrots
arguing with crows




Daniel Slaten



a love in silence
burning hot and fast for years
flickers, fades away




Joan Gove



Mist drapes oak branches
Moon's light casts subdued shadows
Crickets call... it's night.




Lark Beltran



We think we know much.
Fact shares space with prejudice:
garden flaunting weeds.




Daniel Senser



The man with his brush
Writes on the moonlit surface.
Shadows come alive.




Ed Fawkes



thunder claps bellow
nature in baritone voice
ground reverberates




Norman Scicluna



visiting hour
at the women's cancer ward-
nurse averts my gaze