Cycle by Lisa Alletson
I was born when a fox coughed/ shattering sunlight/ and the forest spilled open.// I emerged from a slash
Delicate Paintings of Edo Japan by Royal Rhodes
floating curls of clouds/ move like impermanent waves/ stretched out on a fan/ ink darkens petals
Taming the Wild Beast by Sharon Waller Knutson
In the skillful hands and feet/ of the six-foot tall teen,/ the Artic Cat roars and screeches/ like a ferocious
Only by Jennifer Shneiderman
I’m feeling better/ I no longer hear your voice/ in the night/ I only hear your whistle/ in dancing trees
Because I Failed Calculus by Rp Verlaine
Because where/ we are or yet/ to get to/ that I can’t/ quite/ place the/ here between/ the denial or/ acceptance
At The River by Brian Rihlmann
at the river/ my fallen cottonwood sits in the same place as always/ stuck in the sand/ like an old grey bone
Solitude by Erica Jasmin Dixon
In the quiet,/ My soul dances,/ Guided by the kind candle flame,/ All joy and peace within me,/ All doubt
The Unwilling Traveler by Sandy Rochelle
The boat moved closer to the shore./ I spied my grandmother long past and much loved./ Sitting in a chair.
Dovercourt Park by Margaret Meagher
An ivory moon/ Draws up the birdsong,/ Steeping the rain-rich air/ In music, and/ Water slicks the asphalt
Dress Rehearsal by Sterling Warner
We danced like Disney’s waltzing flowers/ ignoring perfect time, enjoying the moment,/ our feet seemed
Remaking by Rebecca Dempsey
Take the worlds you find/ - verses on vanillin pages/ - scrolls of pixels on screens/ Shake them up, hard.
Echoes of Waking by Johanna H. Boers
I woke before dawn in an echo/ Of sleep, the owl outside my window called/ Softly, a word, again,/ A
Hauling Water by M.J. Iuppa
Enough— I think, letting the too full watering can bob in the barrel/ before lifting it up & slogging it to the
waning gibbous by Corina Yi
opened windows & slipped piano keys/ into the city’s mouth, regurgitating/ a sickly childhood sonatina
Naturist by Ramesh Dohan
During a season/ of black sycamores/ Bare feet crackling earth/ As his zipper clasps/ In its shadows/ I relearn
Running With The Wolves by Bruce McRae
An hour of joy, an ounce of sorrow./ This monumental moment, in part and in whole./ I’m being touched by
Between Seasons by Anna Kiesewetter
You exist in a haze,/ in that tepid nook between/ spring and summer, between/ fragile light and heady warmth.
buckeye creek by Mark A. Fisher
an old dirt road/ shade trees grown tall/ on either side of the/ one lane bridge/ over calm, still water/ warm
Life is a Poem by Amanda Valerie Judd
pause to reflect,/ pluck the words/ from the universe,/ string them together/ like ducklings behind their
The Glory of the Winds by Katrenia G. Busch
The Four Winds that whistle/ Each direction that they go/ Overwhelming as they trample
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