Issue 2

Thomas Hayes

Cold dinner tonight,
oven left unattended,
can't burn cereal.

Thomas Hayes

Fingers through soft hair,
breath on cheek, kisses down neck,
the kids are at school.

Alexander Joy

Each day's earth begets
a fresh green philosophy.
Watch them sprout like seeds.

Robert Graves

Air conditioner
white-noise: copper-silver wind,
electric heaven.

Rosie Pova

tall stands the pine tree
its twin in the calm water
whisper timeless tales

Rosie Pova

pink orchard blossoms
swayed by the breeze greet the sun
diffusing sweet scent

Rosie Pova

racing white clouds stretch
painting on the blue canvass
countless shapes they make

Aaron Poller

Hummingbird in air.
Cat hiding in the garden.
Milk now turned sour.

Beverly Head

the creek meanders
away from our eager feet
it never turns back

Beverly Head

dirty white tables
our reflections in windows
I am getting cold

M.J. Iuppa

Sunset at the lake~
Empty Adirondack chairs
face autumn's twilight.

Anthony Ward

Amidst the darkness
I look down the milky way
Of the city light

John Tustin

The bed is so cold
Your words linger over me
Blankets between us

John Tustin

Small moments convey
Larger truths unobvious
Much like stones upturned

Irena Pasvinter

Memories are wiped
Out of their crumpled fortress.
A smile still lingers.

Irena Pasvinter

Clouds of desert sand
Crawl into the city's lungs,
Burning out the air.

Andrew Scott

Woods are so peaceful,
a place you can breathe the air,
and unclear the mind.

Christina Murphy

sorrow is not kind
tender or gentle in scope?
just cold like silence

Christina Murphy

sunset through white clouds
a panoply of colors
yielding to darkness

Christina Murphy

nowhere is now here
empty as transparent glass
revealing no thing

Christopher Hivner

Lights above the trees
Sentries of white, red and blue
Guiding our escapes

Paul Piatkowski

faces float on past
greyhound stations, trains and tracks
returns air grayscale

Irena Pasvinter

His mummy is safe
In museum. No danger
Of resurrection.

Audrey Walstrom

Furious winds blow
Spineless branches scrape the earth
And then leap skyward

Virginie Colline

silence on the beach
your sky vast and crystal clear
my heart wide open

Maria Cohut

A handful of books
Sown into the desk's hard wood:
Harvest of the dead.

Gregory Stenta

fast fading crickets
day lilies blooming beneath
a widow's window

Gregory Stenta

stark leaf-stripped branches
good-bye kisses on doorsteps
harvest moon waning

Daniel Lassell

pay no attention
to these lies that hide behind
walls of politics

Audrey Walstrom

Breeze rustles dry grass
Birds sing, frogs croak, squirrels chirp
The sounds of silence

Roger Pfingston

Bumblebee, hanging
midair, not a flower near?
maybe lost in thought.

Mary Sayler

As the menacing
summer storm builds momentum,
green leaves shake ? jazz hands!

Mary Sayler

Birds ripple the wine-
colored sunset, hoisting sails
on the summer sea.

Arthur C. Ford,Sr.

Waves bring messages,
Mankind waits along the beach-
Those of peace still drown.

Helen Tzagoloff

Hot noon in August -
I swim alone in a pool,
hawk circling above.

Helen Tzagoloff

Bright orange spiders
run up and down the beige wall
just like Fred Astaire.

Helen Tzagoloff

Liquid crystals flow
until triggered to behave
like solid masses.

the old oak out front
a hulking brute of a tree
the house abandoned

a cellist scooting
dashes through the backstage door
beating the downpour

on top of a pine
a lone shrike in silhouette
no sound on the dunes

David Petreman

Birch leaves: propellers
Twirling sunlight into green
You hear the wind blow

David Petreman

Sun has disappeared
Movement in the ancient pine
A chickadee flits

Douglas Bishop

Dawn's light holds in breath --
A heron strikes bright water,
Scattering the sun.

Douglas Bishop

The spray arcs sunward,
Wind makes the sail tremble tight;
Two rainbows in tow.

Richard Weed

two waves of movement
walking the cooling pavement
across the silence

Richard Weed

pecking on window
robin has returned again
to her reflection

Richard Weed

eastern winds blowing
all nature mourns in showers
trees weep on their banks

L.B. Williams

Blue horses run by
Children asleep on white clouds
Their hands in the sand.

L.B. Williams

Rose hues on gray sky
Earth blue islands faraway
Worlds where no one dies.

Steve Lipe

Last Huey rises
from Saigon's embassy roof
ladder's rungs still full.