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Issue 8



Authors

Andreacchio-miller, Rachelle
Boone, Randy
Cabrera, Gabriel
Davis, Jim
Edwards, David
Fitzgerald, Genevieve
Gonzalez, Mauricio
Hall, Debbie
Hanson, Christopher Kenneth
Harris, Lyall
Hayes, Tina Dc
Huffman, A.j.
Kauffman, Ryan
Keller, Christopher
Lahiri, Gopal
Lynch, Stephanie
Melton, Bill
Morrison, Barb
Orr Stone, Mauri
Patterson, Jonathan
Pova, Rosie
Rousseau, Rita
Schmitt, Jennifer
Smith, Kael
Steele, Craig
Tustin, John
Williams, Robert B.
Wolper, Gail
Wong, Jasmine




Ryan Kauffman



white and black opposed
reality looks like chess
a game no one wins




Jim Davis



a ribbon of thorns
protecting berries: red, then
darker shade of red




Rosie Pova



daisy petals fall
he loves me, he loves me not
what will be the last




Barb Morrison



Schoolgirls out walking
Chins up, serious soldiers
Got to get to school.




Barb Morrison



Le petit garcon
walks me to work that last day
D'ou viens tu mon fils?




Jasmine Wong



it is simply wind
mixed with water it becomes
typhon bringing tears




Gail Wolper



lovely clouds moved fast
above lace branches in bud
a dangerous sky




Gail Wolper



plenitude flies by
so difficult to capture
why do you want it?




Jonathan Patterson



gone from tamarisks,
grey pebbles in kids? pockets
rest on window's ledge




Jonathan Patterson



inside aged men die,
all across frozen lake tops
blackbirds swoop for meals




Jonathan Patterson



children in thick coats
sing soft hued undulations,
dripping spigots freeze




Craig Steele



a gray spring drizzle?
I had hoped for a flower,
perhaps even two




Debbie Hall



In the vineyard rows
red-winged blackbird steals sweet juice
from deep purple grapes




Tina DC Hayes



breath held, wait, spellbound,
an American Idol
crowned by the masses




Mauri Orr Stone



spring's messenger bird
has returned to fallow fields
red-breasted and round




David Edwards



alarms and sirens
break morning tranquility
no small disasters




David Edwards



sword and shield in hand
a pillow under your head
death is not picky




David Edwards



I saw overhead
the color that the sky bled:
chain rust rattle red




A.J. Huffman



Where is softness found?
In a tube? A heart? A mind?
The key is the soul.




Gabriel Cabrera



son finds his dads pool
of old dirty magazines
though he sees no words




Gabriel Cabrera



black birds on my wall
children laughing under sheets
making hand puppets




Gabriel Cabrera



leaves at her doorstep
her window fogged with my breath
slim oak tree stood nude




John Tustin



Alcohol raging
In my belly like mad waves
Renders me inert




Gopal Lahiri



Brainy lean Parrot
Where a bit of food hidden
Knows logical leaps




Stephanie Lynch



full late winter moon
entwined in bare tree branches
caught, then floating free




Stephanie Lynch



spring comes to the land
snow melts leaving lace of ice
a green sprout breaks through




Lyall Harris



Jade Pacific dips,
crests white, keeper of the past,
of storm's memory.




Lyall Harris



Your long r'sum?
speaks of hard work, yes, but what
of humanity?




Christopher Kenneth Hanson



Under a bright sky
White light shimmers over sea
Daisies bow to waves.




Rita Rousseau



Amid storm debris
rushing downstream, gently drifts
a single white swan.




Christopher Keller



The kigo in rain
wets renso, transmutation
of satori wine.




Christopher Keller



Sometimes it's easy
to behave naturally
against your own soul.




Rachelle Andreacchio-Miller



Thick roots and branches
telling tales of the seasons
carried by blossoms.




Rachelle Andreacchio-Miller



Ice covers ground but
blades of grass fight their way through
Spring is almost here




Rachelle Andreacchio-Miller



Outer banks of sea
waves roar and thrash wildly
shells move and clatter




Rita Rousseau



Bowing profoundly
regal palm trees acknowledge
the forces of air.




Mauricio Gonzalez



Weak from looking up
Waiting for the rains to fall,
Flowers rest their necks




Mauricio Gonzalez



Proud cumulus clouds
Begin to shun the landscape,
A desert is born




Robert B. Williams



a single flower
in my garden filled with weeds
reminds me of you




Robert B. Williams



winter trees stand nude
waiting for the leaves of spring
to clothe them again




Jennifer Schmitt



The cicada sings
quiet is the moonless night
alone in sadness




Jennifer Schmitt



The breath of winter
A reminder of a kiss
Ice and heat are one




Kael Smith



As I write this line
It is new, but as you read
This line, it is old.




Bill Melton



This we all must bear
Nothing is as heavy as
The yoke of duty




Bill Melton



Combine infamous
With infamy and you have
a politician




Bill Melton



Life is empty when
If you shout with all your might
There is no echo




Genevieve Fitzgerald



flat open waters
pines reaching into the fog
stillness that listens




Genevieve Fitzgerald



call it the border
but grass grows green on both sides
and bends in the wind




Genevieve Fitzgerald



to pare my life down,
to retain just as much as
I can give thanks for




Randy Boone



a mountain, fractious
gravity spilt thunder voice
snow cap undermined