The Seeds of Trees by Penny Blackburn
For a year I did nothing but collect –/ beech pods, pine cones, maple wings, ash keys,/ prickly burrs, husked
Rehearsal by Joseph Mills
When they enter the studio,/ the dancers drop their bags/ by the wall mirrors// so as they stretch it looks
In the Garden of Answers by Merri Ukraincik
If God with one breath/ molded me out of rib and clay/ into a mother among the gladioli,/ though a paler
how to eat literature? by Anvii Mishra
on friday evenings,/ we toss away our salads, do away with our chores, take days off the gym, and run away./ we
What deer see by Elizabeth Cranford Garcia
the denim legs of a novice hunter/ the cloudless sky, godlike, almost a future/ green, in thickets,/ the air foggy
Silent Night by Lorette C. Luzajic
The soundless sky/ speaks loudest;/ the silent moon/ meanders over marsh/ and into sky./ Helen hears in violet
‘Flies and Lowes by Keith David Parsons
The summer lilac has been called/ a noxious weed a hundred years;/ and this one in the garden section
A New Day by Richard D. Houff
The morning light/ sweeps particles of shadow/ over neglected corners// Outside my window, gathering
The Creative Journey by Ndaba Sibanda
the magic of poetry, the metaphor/ of its language , either familiarises/ the unfamiliar or makes the familiar
Light and Its Tendencies by Glen Armstrong
I finish surrendering,/ and I am asked to surrender more.// I drink black coffee.// The beadwork has worn from
Another Storm by Lorraine Caputo
broad bands of lightning shudder/ across the midnight/ thunder grumbles from the north/ & again a
Generational Trade-Off by Helga Gruendler-Schierloh
My wilting hands are weaving/ invisible threads into the fabric/ of cherished, nostalgic patches/ gathering
the border between two extremes by Grace Shelton
i can’t stay in my/ own skin can’t stay/ bugs crawling in my veins itch them/ away i don’t want/ to exist i can
Vincent by Terrence Sykes
Vincent can you hear me/ can you lend me an ear/ beneath the starry starry night/ wheat fields/ sown & reaped
Bodies of Water by Alan Bedworth
Reflections on a lake,/ the water so still, as/ though frozen in time./ Gives an illusion of a/ painting masterpiece.
a portrait of dreams as firebird by Tatiana Clark
when i was born i must have/ swallowed the stars in my mother's womb/ and never gave them back.
Near Positano by John Muro
Shouldn’t I have known,/ Reaching moonwards,/ Weak in the knees,/ Heart in free-fall,/ That it would come
Zeitgeist by Chris Butler
I’ve got this lightning/ caught/ in a bottle,/ but what I supposed to do with it?// In a bottle,/ this little bolt
Frozen June by Beth Mulcahy
does it feel like summer where you are?/ if i had the strength to believe in something/ i would believe in this
Colors by Ann Privateer
Splendid morning/ Cracking survival/ Faces turn toward wind/ Twisted, gnarled, vital. A beige faced kit
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