Issue 2

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Issue 2

POETS

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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.