• Great Grandma

    in silence
    the old woman’s head
    sinks to her chest

    vacant eyes
    words escape
    great grandma

    whispering: be careful
    sound of a door closing

    telling stories
    she stops

    theater of the absurd
    she never liked politics

    cracking jokes
    great grandma laughs
    one last time

    lights out
    the ceiling fan
    keeps spinning

  • Greer, Laurie

    speaking up again—
    All Souls’ Day


    lined with stems…
    middle of nowhere

  • Greg Longenecker

    the rustle
    of tomorrow
    lupine pod


    the white robe
    of a cresting sea
    winter moon


    fall sunset
    the red rouge
    of wildfire


    early morning
    the unexpected balm
    of autumn dew


    the long sigh
    of a sycamore
    first fall breeze

  • Greg Longenecker

    bone flute a passing note


    whatever you make of him snowbuddha


    on the out breath milky way


    my memories of her mirror shards

  • Gregory Longenecker

    music box somewhere Inside yesterday

    Sonic Boom. March, 2017



  • Hanrahan, Mary

    midnight ballet
    a mule deer bounding
    through the meadow


    muddy thoughts
    the day clings
    to my boots


  • Hansel and Gretel

    come upon the witch’s house. It’s made of candy: gumdrops and peppermint sticks and chocolate chips. Hansel and Gretel are not exactly starving, having snacked on blackberries and almonds growing along the way. Besides, Gretel plans to be a dentist, and Hansel has a hankering for bacon and eggs at the moment.

    To their surprise, the bright colors of the house change before their eyes. Gone, the sparkle of sugar on the roof, replaced by the sizzle of bacon shingles. The door is no longer a chocolate bar, but an oblong of hash browns. Eggs, over easy and still steaming, fill the window boxes. The window shutters are buttered pieces of toast.

    The witch watches. A master in the art of attraction, she knows how to harness the senses, direct the attention, rein in the brain. No longer wary, the siblings approach.


    greengage plum
    the sweet glow
    of desire


  • Hanson, Jeffrey


    morning moon
    a skein of geese
    rises higher


    gentle rain
    the lilac blooms
    are gone


    becoming the sky
    a distant hill


    tree tops
    her memory
    never leaves

  • Hanson, Jeffrey

    the year’s first leaves
    three weeks late

  • Hemmings, Kyle

    a warhorse shadows my failing to wake up

    the child princess pulls ruined leaves from shade

    invisible monster i can't catch the sky w/ my mouth

    sleight-of-hand you keep dying in my bed

    which ringo can play with bound hands

    the blind princess traps me in see-through palms

    her arctic love tricks of failed porpoises

    her diary a collage of upside down uncles

  • Imperial, Alegria


    my eyes on foliage-d sky withering at zenith


    river-crossing a breeze wipes off my fate line


    mom’s nestled cheek in a boy’s breast my lover’s roost


    a fissured boulder at sunset could be me


    night’s gritty breath a sky I can’t find

  • J. Zimmerman

    wind dislodges
    small stones from the cliff
    rattles scrub-oak leaves ---
    the misty shape
    around your absence

    untrimmed candle wick ---
    the rainy dusk brightens
    in the flame's flicker
    third day of the vigil
    her hesitant breath

  • J. Zimmerman

    a young friend
    demonstrates wool spinning
    after six decades
    I'm once again a spinster ---
    the bitter taste of green tea

    sipping gunpowder tea
    he calls in the teashop "who
    can spell 'lecherous'?"
    when three women reply
    his smiling bow to each

  • Jack Galmitz

    In the sea depths
    fish that can't see
    find each other


    Fleeing across the plains
    I feel the heat on my neck
    of giant wings


  • Jackie Chou

    scorching heat
    under torn canopies
    street vendors


    my pink prom dress
    cherry blossoms

    team sport
    the bullied child
    gets picked last


  • Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

  • Jacob Salzer

    electric guitar
    the reverberation
    of teenage dreams

    tuning the guitar
    the tension
    between us

  • Jacobson, Roberta Beach

    afternoon showers
    steady rhythm of raindrops
    - the scent of roses

    Mused / (July 2018)

  • Jacobson, Roberta Beach 

    farmers market
    at daybreak
    - scent of fresh thyme

  • James Babbs

    for the first time at
    grandpa’s funeral


    years later
    people still call me
    by my brother’s name


    above the pond
    a swirl of geese
    she kisses me goodbye

    broken ladder
    grandma’s apple pie

    just a street lamp
    not the moon
    this time

    police tape around
    the playground

    social distancing
    the birds still singing
    the way they have always sung