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  • 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
    mid-sentence

    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

    crickets
    speaking up again—
    All Souls’ Day

     

    streets
    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

     

    snowfall
    becoming the sky
    a distant hill

     

    tree tops
    her memory
    never leaves

  • Hanson, Jeffrey

    sunyata...
    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

     

    remembering
    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 / Bellaonline.com (July 2018)


  • Jacobson, Roberta Beach 

    farmers market
    at daybreak
    - scent of fresh thyme



  • James Babbs


    meeting
    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
    remembering
    grandma’s apple pie


    just a street lamp
    not the moon
    this time


    pandemic
    police tape around
    the playground


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