trust is the thin chains of a fairground swing
that hurl you out into the dizzy sky
and hold you in
so that only your screams spill over the watching crowd
like shrill confetti

*

James Newton

On the marble.
The name of my classmate.

*

Mop.
Poésie minimaliste - Minimalist poetry

I thought
I was over it
but here I am
again
staring at the moon

*

Christina Nguyen

Collector

A Harry Potter book next to the drawing of a bulldog and a notebook,
The printer, the camera and yellow dead batteries.
Why do I still keep them?
I don’t collect them, yet I have 27 of them. Can’t throw them away.

*

Sibel Catana

September -

the last time my father and I shared a cigarette

*

Christopher Vola

Late fall snows
drive most
to bare, south-facing slopes

*

Barbara Boethling

curb sitting
between two old cars
head bowed

*

Anita McQueen

In the snow laden night
I breathe in the color silver.

*

Denise Kline

THE VIEW FROM HIGHWAY 1

Snow predicted.
A red tractor

nuzzles in a corner
of the bare field.

*

Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

the space
between falling snowflakes
the black
between fading stars
I can't see what I see

*

Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

After my Granddad told me stable relationships are for horses, he walked into the kitchen, kissed my Grandma and whinnied.

*

Jack Jones

the snow sleeps on car
hoods; the bum everyone
pretends not to see

*

Shannon Quay

her language is
pretty

but only
when she keeps it
to herself

*

Heather Brager

Central Park kids
at the reflecting pool
crawdad fishing
baited with hot dog bits
tied to a scrap of string

*

T.D. Ingram

windblown shiver
pause-

view of the storm

*

Meike de Nooy

Mist.
Things in brackets.

*

Mop.
Poésie minimaliste - Minimalist poetry

Blonde boils brighter
at night. Glowing breathless. Still
his fingers draw death.

*

A.J. Huffman

Hoar frost: winter beauty treatment for skeletal trees.

*

Mel Morris-Jones

A mushroom sprouts
from the base of the locust tree,
and it will not be distracted
from its small brown task.

*

Tamra Hays

Failed Angst Poem

This evening, I learned
it is hard to craft a poem
on corrosive loneliness,
when sitting in the hug
of sun-warmed rock; gazing
at a grinning moon.

*

Gareth Trew

we’re late
but we stop
to blow
every dandelion
along the way

*

Christina Nguyen

January Poem

Shriveling poinsettia,
how I will miss you

and the red you brought
to the season of candles!

*

Thomas Cochran

The kettle sings,
Tea's aroma washes the air.
Ah!

*

Guy A. Duperreault
egajd

dewy morning
spider webs glisten on pines —
nature’s garland

*

Craig W. Steele

I left it
open

daring
her to enter

*

Christopher Vola

I awaken on your front lawn

staring at a cumulonimbus cathedral

*

William Merricle

jackdaws gathering
by the antenna
wire metal morning star

*

Johannes S. H. Bjerg
scented dust

Your sister’s next. I’m a little drunk with liquid courage. If I can’t have you, second best will do.

*

Len Kuntz

High School Sweethearts

That was a nasty little smirk
You failed to suppress
When you caught me
Bragging about my
Younger days.

*

Danny Earl Simmons
My Writing

the ancients
called it pneuma
breath or soul
all short poems
sigh this spirit

*

T.D. Ingram

the olive tree
enlarged by moonlight
- little blue owl

*

Kirsten Nørgaard
lille blå ugle
(little blue owl)