Alisia, Nyla
Chan, Jon
Chung, Ian
Graves, Robert
Gunn, Alasdair
Harper, Stephanie
Hayes, Thomas
Hivner, Christopher
Hoffman, Nathan
Howard, Matt
Huffman, A.j.
Isip, J.d.
Joy, Alexander
Keller, Christopher
King, Sassysue
Leppla, Christen
Mertz, Erick
Millar, Bruce
Mukherjee, Dipika
Otten, Anthony
Pasvinter, Irena
Phillips, Dale
Poller, Aaron
Pova, Rosie
Reneau, Jr., Henry 7.
Rich, Jeremy
Scharwath, Carl
Scott, Andrew
Stenta, Gregory
Wilcox, Daniel
Gregory Stenta
moon shines on crushed grass
cat fight finishes my night
old tiger of mine
Gregory Stenta
forgotten last June
in our last kisses at dusk
two sons lay unborn
Ian Chung
anthocyanin
fades what greenly glowing grows
precipitously
Carl Scharwath
behind the old fence
a gathering of roses
who do they wait for?
Carl Scharwath
wilting rose pedal
weighted in the morning dew
drops tears of nature
Aaron Poller
Singing chickadee.
Eyeing absent bluebird's house.
Filled with tiny cheer.
Aaron Poller
Weeping cherry branch
Underneath the risen moon.
Our soldiers come home.
Alasdair Gunn
home to brand new girl
clammy lips on plastic valve
otherwise the same
Aaron Poller
Deluded tulip.
The month filled with snowy days.
May we rescue fear?
Rosie Pova
Tides washing the shore,
erasing the wet footprints
again and again.
Rosie Pova
Dark clouds 'cross the sky.
Raindrops beat against the glass,
playing the rain song.
Anthony Otten
bowling ball shrewdness
to have a triad of eyes
and use none of them
Henry 7. Reneau, Jr.
night falls, blind hope-like
high noon & a blaze of lead
surgery - flat line
Stephanie Harper
Flutter butterfly,
beat the tiny wings of time
before the Earthquake.
Nyla Alisia
It's a simple thing,
crushed under the daily rush,
I stop to notice.
Nyla Alisia
I long for nectar,
such sweet forbidden passion,
dewy on my lips.
Nyla Alisia
Stopped at the train tracks,
graffiti tagged boxcars pass,
five minute art break.
Christopher Keller
A red yellow green
falls to the window; inside
autumn is in bloom
Christen Leppla
Cool palm on forehead,
a mother's caress calls forth
Popsicle healing.
Erick Mertz
Young man wanting new
erases his pencil sketch:
clean sheet once again.
Irena Pasvinter
A poet was bored,
He crafted a dull poem.
Others suffer now.
Jon Chan
Splendid waves crash here
Beating the rocks into sand
Only to retreat
Daniel Wilcox
our black van tires roll
over dark elm trees stretched long,
but where are the bumps?
Dale Phillips
I once knew a man
Who cared not for fools he met
He was not well liked
Dale Phillips
Gentle blows the wind
That cools the hot traveler
And makes him go on
Dale Phillips
The clear azure sky
That stretches over our heads
Makes one feel so small
J.D. Isip
The taste of apples
and pears reminds them of Fall,
of knowing too much.
Dipika Mukherjee
Dawn on the Ganges
Distant bells, a twirling leaf
Strokes the quiet calm.
Dipika Mukherjee
Raindrops on black crows
Mudsmells rise with sodden wings
melting into clouds
Dipika Mukherjee
Short autumnal days.
Paths darken, then disappear --
alone, the wind shrieks.
Alexander Joy
day after the test
browsing through the catalogue
of other majors
A.J. Huffman
Wingless butterflies
swing from rainbow blue starbursts
pounding my mind's eye.
A.J. Huffman
Mermaids drink the night.
From shells of turquoise and gold.
Still they cannot breathe.
A.J. Huffman
These sounds dance slowly.
From your lips to my rhythm.
A match made in hell.
Andrew Scott
One love of one earth
Through hands of hope and healing
May it always be
Andrew Scott
Watching you sleeping
Wonder what dreams are dancing
In your head tonight
Andrew Scott
I sit in a room
Babysitting my dark mind
Wondering what next
Jeremy Rich
Feather snow hardens
To cold white steel, by sun's glare
That fades its glory.
Matt Howard
Math equations on
her thigh, the most perverse type
of cheating she's done
Matt Howard
Creation stories
have been lost, so let's create
our own by living
Christopher Hivner
drenched in summer rain
thunder rolling overhead
we're caught in full bloom
Christopher Hivner
across a gray sky
ragged red streaks like war paint
tribal chants in tow
Bruce Millar
Red cracks sear windows
Icicle tears cling to sills
Heart storm clots gutters
Nathan Hoffman
What a life to live
Meaning, purpose, passion yes
So go ahead live
Robert Graves
My son's eye doctor
lopes like charmed cobras in sand.
Eyes here! Pretty eyes!
Robert Graves
Her starry surf burns
The ocean is crystal grey
salty Milky Way
Sassysue King
Glistening prisms
Once mirroring my spirit
My mind, dormant, now
Sassysue King
The sand strewn with souls
Sitting on the beach of Death
The tide rushes in
Thomas Hayes
Green moss between bricks,
smell of cut grass floats on breeze,
rotated season.