LYNN WHITE – MOUSE

Mouse Super Cutie wood-mouse lived by the garden pond. A small hole gap in the wall led into compact accommodation affording everything he wanted  though very different  from his childhood home in the high wall  at the very top  of the garden. There he had learned the skills he would need as an adult, especially […]

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DIANE WEBSTER – 2 POEMS

LIGHTHOUSE SILHOUETTE  The lighthouse stands in front  of the setting sun; a day’s natural  protection against shorelines  and snags lurking in one’s path.  The lighthouse silhouette  stands between – prepared, primed,  hand on the switch as the sun sets,  an afterglow evaporates  into darkness strobed  by the lighthouse.  ~~~ BACK DAYS  Looking back,  vision blurs  […]

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PATRICK MEEDS – 5 POEMS

How Small Can the Smallest Star Be? I hear the thank you notehas gone out of style.That’s just bad mannersif you ask me. A sign ofpoor parenting. Remind meagain, what’s the small fork for?What’s the proper salutationfor a collection letter?Are dowries still a thing?I thought I saw a hummingbirdbut it turned out to be a […]

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TOM PESCATORE – 5 Years Ago

5 Years ago Remember as the sun set on James island Tired Together Fading into the coming nightAnd how after heading back to our camp An old man to show the pictures he had taken of Our silhouettes together encircled by Fiery dusk How he asked for our emailsIn effort to send the photos to […]

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Quentin Staley – Caffiend

Caffiend Oh, when the bridle wirepulls her comb and her teethbegin their play, their tin-canmorning melodies aremocking me, so gay. “Oh,” is what I say.How is it these sirensstrike 6, and 7, and 4?No day is as before,a roller-coaster melody,looping back-and-forth. My body aches with gravity.My blood: mercury soup—poisoned, heavy metals;cold and acid blue. “Hey, […]

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Steve Deutsch – O Canada

O Canada From his first two weeks in Kindergarten, Eugene was told he wasn’t college material and should work with his hands. I’d like to tell you he had a gift, aside from perseverance, but he didn’t. At 16 he bought a beat-up VW Beetle, more rust than steel, and called her Canada. He’d sing […]

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Joseph Somoza – NEW YEAR’S POEM

New Year’s Poem Hardly any movement but the windshaking banana-shaped brown seedpodson the locust trees. So many seeds,so little space to burrow in, so few birdsarriving for the year’s last birdseed,though tomorrow, the year starts over,just like magic. People will pretend to be re-born,new resolutions, a new pageto turn, wanting so muchto try again, to […]

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John RC Potter – Cold Ashes

Cold Ashes You thought you left me behind languishing in the dust… then the air began to clear; so, I rose above the unsettled place where you once occupied a little space. The smell of smoke still lingers long after a fire has gone out… cold ashes bearing mute testimony; the truth will live longer […]

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