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Oct/Nov 2012

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Poetry


(These are excerpts—click on the titles to view the complete poems)

 

Special Feature — Word Poems
Poems containing the words trigger, scrap, steam, and platinum.

 

Another Dusk
 
The ground is in the dark already. Headlights paint
mirages of Venetian blinds on the wall above the TV.
 
Jesse Minkert

 

Two Poems
 
I send out rain
to follow you,
lopsidedly, as if a kind
ghost
 
C. S. Bhagya

 

A Portrait of My Father
 
He always takes long, you see,
when he is immersed.
 
Hannah Rousselot

 

From Euclid Creek Book Two
 
people were even seen playing chess in public I was one of those people
 
Michael Ceraolo

 

Turok the Dinosaur Hunter
 
a dinosaur on steroids—massive, unstoppable,
undeterred by us puny boys spying
 
Michael Estabrook

 

Untitled
 
the dying need this doubt
to go further, not sure why
their eyes once had such power
 
Simon Perchik

 

A Diamond Anniversary
 
There was a time when talk of love came cheap,
and what was bought was what the other sold
 
Jascha Kessler

 

Comfort
 
a language I understand—
the cars and trains and people
and money to carry a man's shame
 
Joel Fry

 

Darling
 
I try on an Irish accent

and disappear into it for years,
emerge on the West Coast
reciting Asian poetry
 
Bob Bradshaw

 

Three Poems
 
Until this morning, infinity
had never listened.
 
D.R. James

 

On Vacation in Ontonagon, Near Agate Beach
 
Observation from above changes everything to mercury.
 
Lisa J. Cihlar

 

If You Are Western
 
The mother eagle captures me in her talons
Then releases me into the glut of stars
 
Mary Marie Dixon

 

For My Sister
 
Such ambidexterity
is disorienting for the rest of the girls
with dogs who still play outside.
 
Deborah Schwartz

 

Two Poems
 
I walk the wood in confidence and power
I am a crushing bolt that strikes men down,
The rage upon the trail
 
Peter Bridges

 

Two Poems
 
When I went to look for the blackberry
moon, it lay uncoiled there, a hard
slick snake.
 
Kathleen Kirk

 

The Long Drive
 
look behind and...
no, there's no looking behind
 
John Grey

 

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