open-throated crocus
greedily gulping
golden light

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Lizzie Carver

kochanowski

food is for eating
art is for arting
women are for…
Lawrence Durrell

sweet hour.
dead are the women who welcome
you into their bed
as easy as they
cut their nails

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Steven Fowler
SJ Fowler Poetry

Canada goose
Circles sea of concrete
A wave of cars
Honk pathetically

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Robin Rosen Chang
Robin Rosen Chang

my sticky sole sneaker
squeaks in place.
olive worm drops
from the mouth of a starling
alone on a pine-littered stair.

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Jade Zirino

washing-up

only she can decode the message of the dried noodles and small squares of spring onion green

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jem
- the sound of splinters -

Frontier

Those undisturbed cells
upon stilts above gray matter
skitch for a new view

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Paul Handley
Edit Red

Three

that bird with two notes
seesaws in the treetops while
the bird with three soars

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Tamra Hays
Laughing Dove Poetry

early blooms
from across the field
the smell of manure

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Andrea Vlahakis
Andrea Vlahakis

For Granted

we fall asleep each night
snug in our bed
confident of gravity

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rob kistner
Image & Verse

Lake Ontario water
cupped in my hand --
Formosa’s moon

*

(Note: In 1544, a Portuguese ship sighted the main island of Taiwan and named it Ilha Formosa, which means "Beautiful Island")

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Chen-ou Liu
Stay Drunk on Writing

92.

A rabbit ran
in front of our car.

I covered my ears

hoping not to hear
what I heard.

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Thomas Cochran

Dog

Deranged with moonlight,
the neighbour's dog
eases out of its fur,
slips on a record, pours
a glass of red wine. Seduces
passing cars.

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Christian Ward

Poem Using Words From The Travel Brochure In My Oncologist’s Office

Consider the iguana under the palm tree.
It’s probably pining for the fiords.
Never mind the peaches momma, never mind the tree!

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William Merricle

red peaches, bird pecked
rot under the laden tree
weighed down by sweetness

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Daniel Wilcox
Psalms, Yawps, and Howls

Rough-draft Easter, and outside my window leaves so tender they’ve yet to learn green well up like tears.

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Wendy Klein
Wendy Klein

sleepless stars glide
in aerial ballet

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Joan McNerney

•Back at my side
•Thought I’d left you at the park
•Wing mirror spider

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Angela
Margybargy verses

the character in the novel has a headache and so do I – I wonder who thought of it first

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jem
- the sound of splinters -

After two weeks of snow

thaw-

                Isolate drifts float

like swans in the still park

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Martin Cockroft

He is in the storeroom,
Writing his
Polish love letters.

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Caitlin Foster

fresh treetops echo
a bundle
of spring clouds

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Isabela Oliveira
beautyisinthedark

husband-silent house
mousetrap snaps in the empty
it lands upside-down

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Angie Werren
"woman, ask the question"

no carpet snacks
for baby;
get the vacuum


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Diana Murray

A litter of kittens
flickers through a patch of sun.
A thought catches fire.

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Tamra Hays
Laughing Dove Poetry

One,
like an octopus
drawn on the curve
of a jar.

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Rochelle Cashdan
paper sky

in the time it takes for my tea to cool, a lawnful of dandelions open to the day

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jem
-the sound of splinters-

Snow

Cloudy bits of god march down the sky's ladder.
God is in my socks. God is wet. God is all on the pavement
my faith is unsteady.

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Ehi Joshua Idehen
Ehi Joshua Idehen

Weekend

That Sunday Feeling:
it has been plaguing me
since Saturday morning.

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Jenny Adamthwaite
From the Living Room

in the bare branch
a rose-breasted grosbeak—
spring blossom

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Andrea Vlahakis
Andrea Vlahakis

frozen pond
dark shapes shift below
goldfish caught

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Melanie Bishop
Cassiopeia Rises