The Sudoku Master
~Kelly
Moyer
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green sauce peppersalt pyrex
~J. D. Nelson
salad flange witness of dreams
~J.
D. Nelson
& now for the lake awol biology
~J.
D. Nelson
one haiku after another cicada
~Keith Evetts
old birder
the night jar
under his bed
~Keith Evetts
quiet
at last
winter fly
~Keith Evetts
couth 2nd forest laughter in a tree
~J.
D. Nelson
wording how long is an idea diet
~J. D. Nelson
brackish
dream conchcode again again again
~J. D. Nelson
Beyond
the Paler Things
When he awoke,
I calmed him with talk of his favorite river.
I told him his body could somersault
over and over the river.
faster and faster
soaring through imagination that traversed heaven and Earth.
In phases of recovery and nullness.
You wanna feel something beyond the paler things,
But
this is a delusion you shouldn’t indulge in.
~Grace Lee
monsoon drizzle…
a bubble forms and bursts
before landing
~Tejendra Sherchan
mister man in the moon awaits sleep
for light years he has lain awake
his marbled azure eyes gazing
around an indigo galaxy
he has named each star
and still hopes for a call from home
to capture loneliness
~Alfred Booth
the finely glazed cup
fell and crashed
its one-of-a-kindness
cradles no more tea
medicinal herbs
or hot toddies when
his fingers fumble like maple syrup
and too much color burns in his eye
~Alfred Booth
from
sea to sickened sea
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
concrete cancer collapsing into dust
~John Hawkhead
nothing lasts inside shoes
~John Hawkhead
dry river still stretch marks
~John Hawkhead
telefaxed
into the future
smoke signals
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
The
Tulip
tulips
poke up out of the ground ahead of schedule
they have fallen victim to the rain.
take the bulb with you
but what do you do after they bloom?
do you let them crumble? let them wither?
It’s hard to imagine a person
doing something nefarious to the garden
there
is an acceptance of fantasy without making it illicit.
~Elisa
Min
neighborhood garage sales
buying each other’s
castoffs
~Jennifer Gurney
my hand on your bark
I feel your story
such depth, such life
~Jennifer Gurney
forest whispers
as if the conifers
couldn’t hear
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
Mom’s Knee
I sat on that knee
and now it is broken
they’ll put in a new one
on which I’ve not sitten
and never won’t though you walk
and don’t know
where the knee go
when I
~Noah Berlatsky
low
tide
a laughing gull dives
for God knows what
~Joshua
St. Claire
no
pronoun fits sea and I
~Joshua St. Claire
from an ending to a beginning I can’t understand fiddler crabs
~Joshua St. Claire