Issue 11

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Issue 11

POETS

Bainbridge, Jim
Bobb, Michael
Bounds, Sandra
Campbell, Brandon
Chastain, Brooke
Colline, Virginie
Dow, Jean Hagert
Edwards, David
Franco Fatzinger, Ines
Gifford, Ashley
Giri, Mahima
Greenz, Green
Hanson, Christopher Kenneth
Huffman, A.j.
Lebeau, Mary Delle
Margo, Matt
May, Nancy
Mccarthy, John
Melton, Bill
Patterson, Jonathan
Pella, Patricia
Robbins, Doug
Roe , Luke
Ruzkowski, Andrew
Rycroft, Thomas
Scott, Andrew
Singh, Kanwar Dinesh
Steele, Craig
Tejwani, Soniya





Matt Margo




I will fall more ill
than the sickest children. You
are like a virus.





Matt Margo




At midnight, I think
about the happiness we?ll
share only in thoughts.





Virginie Colline




popsicle kisses
the sweet sixteen is laughing
on the Ferris wheel





Sandra Bounds




Rainy Winter day
perfect time to stay inside
and write poetry





Sandra Bounds




Golden hickory
aglow in Autumn's warm sun
Nature's menorah





Sandra Bounds




Soft boas of clouds
feather and drape a blue sky
not a hint of rain





Jean Hagert Dow




skipping in light rain
hopping over mud puddles
falling face down, ugh





Nancy May




A cold windy breeze
Follows the hungry birds trail -
Seeds patiently wait





Nancy May




A steaming pot boils
A brown egg in hot water -
Soldiers dip in yolk





David Edwards




sand does not resist
either footstep, wind, or tide
a beach smooth... long... wide





Patricia Pella




at the old sea wall
waves sweep pebbles over rocks-
the sounds of applause





Michael Bobb




Embarrassed, diving
into her pillow, she feared
revealing herself.





Thomas Rycroft




th? old nature trail-
a single wellington boot
stands in frozen mud





Thomas Rycroft




retirement home-
the tree shakes free its last leaves
crunching underfoot





Mahima Giri




invading sunshine
through the blinds of my window
culminates the dream





Mahima Giri




reflection of moon
spills on the waters at night
tides of love heighten





Kanwar Dinesh Singh




The fine morning glade
Sieving across the green groves
A glittering jade





Kanwar Dinesh Singh




The sun and the rain
Rejoice freely, candidly
The heavenly twain!





Ines Franco Fatzinger




One wrong fantasy
After no lofty places
Embraced down spiral





Ines Franco Fatzinger




The trees of my youth
Branches swaying in the breeze
Pecans fell that day





Green Greenz




i don't see faces
when i see people most days.
i just see targets.





Jim Bainbridge




honeymoon photos?
our grandchildren will see us
wearing antique clothes





Doug Robbins




Little boy grows up.
Little girl loves another.
Boy loves the bottle.





Luke Roe




Listening to jazz
While hiking through the damp woods,
Wet as a virgin





Craig Steele




I yank silver hairs
peeking through my dark gray mane...
new spring in my step





Craig Steele




Almanac in hand
farmer glares across his field --
distant clouds drop rain





Craig Steele




early spring morning
we shiver inside our coats --
crocus bulbs bursting





Mary Delle LeBeau




black crow on white snow
four toed print thatches pathway
Russian winter dream





Mary Delle LeBeau




red leaf on black earth
gilded maple etches mind
hills roll in color





Mahima Giri




tiny drops of time
drip into ripples of age
memories accrue





Soniya Tejwani




She embraces death
With a kiss she tries to leave
Her family dead





Luke Roe




What does the raven
perched on the parking meter
really mean to say?





Green Greenz




i wouldn't be so
lonely if i could sleep with
a rifle at night.





Christopher Kenneth Hanson




Rays of crisp blue light
Dancing upon the sea floor
Rainbow fish drift by.





Andrew Scott




Always rushing by
too busy for me and them
no talk anymore





Andrew Scott




Always climbing up
to limitless potential
in the endless sky





Andrew Scott




Am dreaming of her
snuggled up close with her now
so peaceful, such love





Bill Melton




sometimes thoughts spring up
demanding not to be heard
but to be written





Jonathan Patterson




red scarf left behind
on cold steel of metro rails
heel print in fresh snow





Jonathan Patterson




black terns fly away
weighing down unborn dreams like
stones on balloon strings





John McCarthy




no one found me here
sleeping in rain without you
this is called melting





John McCarthy




rain falls on petals
flowers bend and shake in dirt
garden symphony





Brandon Campbell




In twinkling starscape,
I search for God. I find Him
shattered in the stars.





Brandon Campbell




In a river red,
fish with prosthetic tail-fins
can still swim upstream.





Brooke Chastain




Fast food restaurant:
You are evil; I hate you?
so affordable.





Ashley Gifford




Instrument in hand
Black splurges on the paper
Leaving my mind blank





Ashley Gifford




In my current life
Sleep is just a memory
Words crawl through my mind





Andrew Ruzkowski




You are in the South.
I am shaking in the North.
Cut trees wait with me.





Andrew Ruzkowski




Four lungs, city night-
a black fruit sliced. Enveloped
breath, we are faceless.





A.J. Huffman




The colors fall. Dark.
Soft. They whisper: Remember.
But what is the point?