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Issue 24



Authors

Anderson, Sharla
Antebi, Debbi
Avocet, Ammy
Bishop, Douglas
Bonnie, Von
Brower, Charles
Burkard, Doc
Cates, Jay
Chameleon, Jesus
Cohowicz, Marybeth
Edwards, David
Evans, Woody
Gemme, Pamela
Gusek, Chris
Hadley, Jenna
Hellweg, Paul
Herrell, Dennis
Malone, Zachary
Mcgee, Donnelle
Melton, Bill
Mueter, John
Nicholas, Joe
Orr Stone, Mauri
Philo, Kaila
Red, Elias
Saylor, Mela
Schmidt, Wendy
Sciortino, June
Thiessen, Loreena
Tsang, Michael
Wasilewski, Nells
West, Tyson
Zedalis, Brittany




Von Bonnie



From behind the clouds
golden rays slowly peep in;
rhododendron smiles.




Chris Gusek



day after first date
in the last rays of daylight
pondering her eyes




Sharla Anderson



black coffee brewing
scent of bacon fills the room
a ghost longs for life




Chris Gusek



curtains drawn open
watching sunny day go by
home sick in the bed




Douglas Bishop



Oaks hold their dead leaves --
Little, brittle wishes -- but
Seeds hold more than hope.




Douglas Bishop



The gulls are squealing;
Loose stays on rocking boats ring;
Silence in my mouth.




Charles Brower



Beautiful leaves fall,
Radiant as they let go,
With no self-pity.




David Edwards



A warm south wind. Snow
disappears into puddles.
Goodbye White Christmas.




Bill Melton



Muffled quietness
Shroud that covers everything
A winter snowfall




Kaila Philo



Chocolate tea steams,
lingers on her skin, her hair?
caressing my lips.




Kaila Philo



Moonlight sits with me
as I study French travel.
Its shoulder, I rest.




Jesus Chameleon



how a cross burning
inspires repentance so soon---
the confessional




Jesus Chameleon



yuletide tunes had played
as a cross set on fire burned
in a moving pic




Paul Hellweg



days of love and war
baby birds open beaks wide
reaching for the sky




Paul Hellweg



left-handed haiku
in right-hand world, poets and
herons stand alone




Tyson West



sounding geese point dark
against the buttermilk sky
frost thorns guard birch twigs




Tyson West



wild turkey footprints
swell on the melting snowfall
raptors roam my woods




Woody Evans



The dowager's goat
again nosed my wife's pink pants.
Moist mark. My stained lands.




Woody Evans



Burnt greenhouse. No seed.
Black boards in a brackish field.
Equinox, at least.




John Mueter



Birds to feeder flock.
Like fine rain to earth seeds fall.
Hunger pays no heed.




Elias Red



The robin is back,
its orange breast warm against the
few remaining leaves.




Elias Red



Deer carcass beside
the road -a fawn. Red and white
spots cover its coat.




Zachary Malone



the dripping faucet
when will the cold freeze these walls
snow swirling outside




Loreena Thiessen



stone on stone she rests
her bowed head and shoulders bear
the pain long after




Loreena Thiessen



red sun in the sky
I hold between my fingers
then flick it away




Pamela Gemme



Watermelon sky
Spider web catches the prey
Sundown crudit's.




Brittany Zedalis



this insomnia-
dancing shadow in the night
darkened eyes of grief




Dennis Herrell



A man ought to love
brown leaves and the last acorn
before winter snow




Dennis Herrell



Even a small dog
lying with its head on paws
has magical dreams




Jenna Hadley



leave the painted whore
on the carousel, remain-
she belongs somewhere




Wendy Schmidt



Intricate snow flakes,
woven into a white quilt,
creates a new world.




Mauri Orr Stone



snow may cap the mount
and chill make branches brittle
but vale grass grows green




Mauri Orr Stone



bleak, leafless branches
scratch on a frigid blue sky
blissful birdsong's gone




Joe Nicholas



the last clinging leaves
shivering upon ancient
black creaking branches.




June Sciortino



The grand old oak tree,
gnarled trunk, climbing frame of youth,
leers at the aged me.




Jay Cates



Clouds behind bare trees,
cut into sharp white pieces.
My dreams in the sky.




Mela Saylor



Backlit by the moon
White clouds in a midnight sky
Sail till mornings rise.




Debbi Antebi



with six small fingers
snowflakes tap on our window
begging to come in




Debbi Antebi



tentative footsteps
bearing an apology
lurking at my door




Doc Burkard



Coasters, black. Day's end.
Brass bright beer, the old washed wood,
air says tomorrow.




Doc Burkard



Dead. Each bubble cries
tears of gold. Drunken first kiss,
your pull-tabs. New wife.




Doc Burkard



Peanut shells; salted
refuse and boiled-down dreams.
The floor, my sweet home.




Mela Saylor



Cast aside, words burn
And the smoldering embers
Slowly blow away




Marybeth Cohowicz



A soft summer breeze
across the scorching paved road
An urban oven




Donnelle McGee



a white weeping birch
its mustard leaves blowing free
into blue above




Michael Tsang



the calmness before
a thunderstorm ? best time to
cradle a romance




Nells Wasilewski



blows the first warm breeze
awaking sleepy-eyed twigs
morning coffee brews




Nells Wasilewski



tied up in a box
I returned your jewelry
snow falls--I shiver




Nells Wasilewski



walking on the beach
I reached out to take your hand
before the dream crashed




Ammy Avocet



Transitioning light
guards the pathway's dome- shadows
lifting sunlight slow