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Bishop, Douglas
Cohut, Maria
Colline, Virginie
Ford,sr., Arthur C.
Graves, Robert
Hayes, Thomas
Head, Beverly
Hivner, Christopher
Iuppa, M.j.
Joy, Alexander
Lassell, Daniel
Lipe, Steve
Murphy, Christina
Pasvinter, Irena
Petreman, David
Pfingston, Roger
Piatkowski, Paul
Poller, Aaron
Pova, Rosie
Sayler, Mary
Scott, Andrew
Stenta, Gregory
Tustin, John
Tzagoloff, Helen
Walstrom, Audrey
Ward, Anthony
Weed, Richard
Williams, L.b.
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.