Four Poems
And in your dream I announced myself,
a small voice from amidst pink-blanket-
bundle.
Tara Brever

 

Four Poems
I wished mounds of wild he chose
precision planned and walled
Shann Palmer

 

Three Poems
The swallows forego Capistrano,
cheeks loaded with mud.
Patty Mooney

 

All I Remember About Sunday School
What I wanted had nothing
to do with the privilege
of being included
by his maple eye
Shoshauna Shy

 

Why Women Like Cross Words
A clumsy little hummingbird you are
just hanging in the air,
waiting for the flower to come to you.
Rachel Baron

 

Axioms
You're young, far too stupid to be in love, and treat your feelings like a traveling saleman, ignoring their knocks.
Jay Walsh

 

loosestrife
At 12 it seemed like paradise
As I patrolled my city block
Bombed flat ten years before
Michael David Coffey

 

Two Poems
Bruno tried to mount Vannah again today.
Never mind that he's been dehorned,
deballed.
Chris Johnson

 

Two Poems
What strange angel
tears the wings from baser things
still guided by a light
Dan Bullock

 

Ruby Love
Red is the color of our nights,
Conflagration.
Carol La Foret

 

Devoured
Pick me out from the produce
Discriminating that you are
Lili C. Love

 

Nuclear Age
The child came into the world with a nuclear bomb
Hanging like a mobile over his head.
Laurence Overmire

 

Thousand Star Hotel, Hanoi
a Vietnamese opera where life is mostly
happy, not opulent for sure and it takes a war
or typhoon to introduce epic scale tragedy.
S. K. Kelen