If I could speak in any language
it would be the one winter flirts with
before kissing the fall with its first closed-mouth snow.
Nature Poems
The Tree Poems by Phil Boiarski
On the fly leaf,
I leave words.
Implied leaves
flutter past, green
In Defense of Ruin by Joshua Converse
I love to see a parking lot being
reclaimed by the weeds,
when it becomes
Patterns by John Sibley Williams
Down the steep drop-off to sea
without plummeting.
At the Confluence and Beyond by Haris Adhikari
Much noise there is
when two sprightly streams
bump into each other, bringing forth
Refinishing the Round Oak Table by William Doreski
Refinishing the round oak table
refinished twenty years ago
I stroke the grain so gently
the pattern gets under my skin.
A Turning of the Season by Adam Hollingsworth
Just relax,
The numbness hits first;
Finding Myself by A. Molotkov
my whale self floats
as mountains
crouch underneath
Camera Obscura by Peycho Kanev
Light, please initiate me into your
occult philosophy. Tell me where
you come from when you penetrate
a dusty window in the morning and
Your First Ocean by Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk
No taller than my knee
when you challenge
your first ocean.
Child at Tobacco Market by Charlotte Matthews
Child at Tobacco Market by Charlotte Matthews Nights I go looking for the whippoorwill but she’s not to be found, spotted feathers restless as the cursive letters in my handwriting book. I saw bank swallows swoop into their burrow along the marsh, one brood, a clutch of five. Today’s Saturday, and my grandfather has woven […]
2 a.m. by Michael Pacholski
2 a.m. by Michael Pacholski so still a hummingbird fluttered only once in its sleep and was hushed by nest-neighbors as the only motorcycle in town zoomed from one junction road to the next ripping the air collecting solitudes as fields of soy and fallow corn contemplated ripeness and the looming winter
For Semimaru by Grace Andreacchi
Twin blossoms bowed
by the weight of white beauty
Under a Daylight Moon by Mary Rogers-Grantham
Under a Daylight Moon by Mary Rogers-Grantham At noon, a woman plants lilies. She hums, as if expecting someone to join her. The moon is pale, the sunlight pristine, an earthworm pushes through a fresh mound of black dirt. The woman inhales spring. She hums again. ### Mary Rogers-Grantham’s poems have appeared in various publications, […]
Night’s Brilliance by Dabir Ahmed Shaikh
Night’s Brilliance by Dabir Ahmed Shaikh Stream of consciousness flows on, stars smile on Forms shapes, smiles flit on. Desires fulfilled unfulfilled whirl on. Stars of gloom on the mournful sky haunted by the horror of the onslaught Astronauts spin on to distant darkness. My heart beats spill out stream of sorrow. The new shapes […]