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The dusty fragrance
of hours turning pages
is obsolete now.

Libellula: Dragonfly
Danielle BonAnno

In my frailty
I long to drift among rose petals
But I come too close to the Garden
and a child destroys my wings.

Danielle BonAnno is a creative writing undergraduate at Bowling Green State University. She is the Fiction Editor for Prairie Margins, a national undergraduate literary magazine, and an editor of Fridge, an online journal. In typical form, she is currently working on a hundred writing projects at once and spends her spare time searching for graduate programs.

Lois Elaine Heckman

For frog orchestras,
weeping willows waft branches:
spring’s Toscanini.

Lois Elaine Heckman

Earth’s crust splits open
to the crocus peekaboo:
games of life replay.

Lois Elaine Heckman

Skywriter’s live V:
the hymn of pinions flapping
towards renewal.

Lois Elaine Heckman grew up in Los Angeles, receiving a degree in Italian from UCLA. She has lived for forty-five years as an expat in Milan, Italy, becoming a volunteer nurse and first aid instructor for the Italian Red Cross. Her poems have appeared in The Shine Journal and The Fib Review, and another work will be published in an upcoming issue of Short, Fast, and Deadly. She is the proud winner of the 2010 New England Shakespeare Festival Rubber Ducky Sonnet Contest.

After the Beer Garden
Kristin Shaw

He is naked,
but for the 21+
wristband from the show.

Like boneless, hairless kittens,
So soft they're melting—
Not a single ab is seen.

Kristen Shaw graduated from Macalester College in Saint Paul, MN with a BA in English and was the recipient of the Academy of American poets prize. She now lives in Seattle, where she is pursuing a degree in a much more practical field. She has been published in Midwest Literary Magazine and (she's very proud of this one) Seventeen.

The River
Rose Kowaliw

Clouds of mist hover
above the sullen waters
flowing urgently.

Rose Kowaliw

Life flows into Spring
muddy rivers, melting snow
nourishing the earth.

March Winds
Rose Kowaliw

Dried leaves left behind
scurry across open fields
last year’s memories.

After the Storm
Rose Kowaliw

Spanish moss dripping
from the ravaged tree branches
like tattered old lace.

Rose Kowaliw enjoys creating art and Haiku and lives in New Hampshire with her family. She spends summers at the ocean walking the beach at dawn searching for sea glass. "I love the sparse beauty of a Haiku like the tides that are drawn to the moon."

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