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Issue 45



Authors

Agnew, Zach
Ardieta Gardner, Amanda
Barilla, Donny
Bieniek, Emily
Bjotvedt, Connor
Carr, Elizabeth
Chandler, Arthur
Dangelo, Nicholas
Davies, David
Dube, Val
Easterly, Joseph
Evans, Woody
Fisher, Anthony
Flanagan, Michael
Gehling, Tasha
Goodfellow, Robin
Grudens-schuck, Nancy
Grzeslo, Amanda
Guilford-blake, Evan
Hunter, Elaine
Jewett, Bruce
Jones, Carla
Kulp, Mickey
Macdonald, Mandy
Mace, Lesley
Malesa, Natalia
Mcquillen, Kent
Meeks, Carol
Moore, Jared
Morse, Jody T.
Mueller, John
Parks, Sarah
Pond, Rachel
Quintana, Suzanna
Ramirez, Emily
Reed Thieman, Shelly
Rice, Tammie
Robinson, Jackie Maugh
Rojas, Emily
Rosas, Maricela
Rossi, Patricia
Smothers, Shirley
Tash, Ian
Weisser, Elizabeth
West, Tyson
Williams, Helen May
Williams, Maisie




Kent McQuillen



the middle of spring
purple lilacs are in bloom
the night smells of skunk




Arthur Chandler



We are storms at sea,
Falcons above the desert,
A great song in all.




Evan Guilford-Blake



Looking south, ducks call.
Sighing, trees release summer:
Fluttering leaf falls.




Val Dube



Under a blanket
of soft freshly fallen snow
lie tomorrow's seeds.




Jody T. Morse



cuts so deep in flesh
our hearts and souls now dying
humanity's loss




Sarah Parks



Sleep invades the night
Claiming productivity,
Inspiring dreams




Suzanna Quintana



We are glowing bright
so the butterflies follow
and cover us both




Amanda Ardieta Gardner



Fall has tumbled in
The light is rusty gold now
Raining from the trees




Carol Meeks



Aspens grow silent
glimmer's beauty gone too soon
from naked branches




Emily Ramirez



she unwraps her hair
a sea of flowers and rain
flows from her wonder




Nancy Grudens-Schuck



Hawk moth in the grass
Belly pressed to stem, to shoots.
Spring flutters my heart.




Lesley Mace



ocean mugs the shore
awaiting the next onslaught
pebbles lie trembling




Lesley Mace



the attic toys fade
sunlight sifts down through the eaves
silently spiteful




Jared Moore



Between the puddles
the rain is invisible.
The sidewalk is still.




David Davies



a single heron
skimming over rough ploughed fields
- all the fish fossils




Ian Tash



Running from sunsets
Swimming through smog filled wind gusts
Beauty in poison




Natalia Malesa



sickness is certain
he dances on, blooming as
a rose in summer




Robin Goodfellow



Withered petals fall
upon their thorns' sanctity,
their sweet scents fading.




Joseph Easterly



The smoke is fluid,
Flitting between memories;
The ashes remain.




Connor Bjotvedt



The bronzed road runner
Kicks its legs like windmill slats
Trapped in desert winds.




Maricela Rosas



dusty love letters
feelings abandoned in March
decorate my floor




Bruce Jewett



this lotus survives,
embraced by muddied shallows
all else washed away




Michael Flanagan



Polaris a blaze
when it left centuries past
tonight a glimmer




Nicholas DAngelo



Turquoise fog rises
Searchlights moving rapidly
Midnight sky coming




Anthony Fisher



blizzards of ice shards
islands of isolation
a rare winters bloom




Jackie Maugh Robinson



spring in a new home
replacing lawn flamingos
with tiger lilies




Tyson West



sunlight cuts below
storm clouds bowling the meadow
in sparkling thistle




Shirley Smothers



His stormy blue eyes
Mesmerized many Women
But they sparked for Her




Carla Jones



Swooning heat rises
Sucking corrugated air
Nothing breathes or stirs




Tasha Gehling



Cicadas singing
Trees sweating sweet aroma
Bathing in the sun




Emily Rojas



Full dandelion
Swollen with good intentions
Blown into the wind




Donny Barilla



Sleepy summer squash
lounge upon yellow grasses
farmers till soft soil.




Patricia Rossi



symphony at dawn
feathered chorus awakens
brightening heavens




Amanda Grzeslo



Small words echo here
In emptiness they stand tall
Red woods among pines.




John Mueller



Summer nostalgia;
the dull shine of beaten tin;
my mother's kitchen.




Mandy MACDONALD



snow so white it hurts
even the air, astonished,
draws its frozen breath




Val Dube



A single rose bud
quenched by a noon Summer storm
opens at midnight.




Elizabeth Carr



Fuzzy pink handcuffs
On the side of the highway
Deadly curious




Emily Bieniek



Tobacco ash falls
Addicts blow up at the sky
Smoke break in rehab




Maisie Williams



Moon in the window
Whispers turn to city fog
Hear the world, kiss me




Elaine Hunter



pink wild rose blossoms
lone traveler along road
bee bathes in pollen




Zach Agnew



Time marches forward
Collecting wasted seconds
In a tiny jar




Mickey Kulp



The storm is brewing
Darkly in the western sky.
Now, time to be brave.




Helen May Williams



midwinter south beach
wind-driven sand moon-pulled waves
each dog bows then plays




Tammie Rice



approaching midday
smooth surface marred by ripples
returning koi feast




Tammie Rice



purple pendulums
dancing in a gentle breeze;
we contemplate spring




Elizabeth Weisser



I am like a stone
eroding slowly. My path:
breathed upon by God.




Rachel Pond



starry moonlit skies
bursts of color exploding
Independence Day




Shelly Reed Thieman



sinkhole swallows barn
twelve head of cattle vanish
shepherd barking still




Woody Evans



Locusts throng the corn.
I watch her dance there, in green.
Small smile in chaos.