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A Day at the Beach - Sarah Williams
Campaign Debate - John Lander
Kitchen Floor - John Lander
One Morning on My Way to Class - John Lander
Dawn - Joseph Hesch
Gone to Seed - Joseph Hesch
Summer Hum - Joseph Hesch
Vaporous Vision - Joseph Hesch
Ocean View - Kaitlin McBride
Spring Haiku - Barbara Meikle
Web - Don Pesavento
Sarah Williams
The waking sky burns,
afire with glittering light—
A new day is born.
Tide-lines ebb and wane,
a bejeweled ocean yawns—
Morning's sluggish end.
A misty veil falls,
darkness on the horizon—
Wings of night approach
John Lander
afire with glittering light—
A new day is born.
Tide-lines ebb and wane,
a bejeweled ocean yawns—
Morning's sluggish end.
A misty veil falls,
darkness on the horizon—
Wings of night approach
Sarah Williams is a graduate of the California State University of Fresno with a BA in English and a minor concentration of creative writing with an emphasis on poetry.
John Lander
enter six blue suits
oxen geese and fox stage trot
smile beauty show freaks
John Lander
oxen geese and fox stage trot
smile beauty show freaks
John Lander
blood-dark shoe mud smudge
flakes dry, crumbles down to dust
clean swept memories
John Lander
flakes dry, crumbles down to dust
clean swept memories
John Lander
raindrop splattered path
gathers slugs under swift foot
the guilt of slaughter
Joseph Hesch
gathers slugs under swift foot
the guilt of slaughter
John Lander reads and writes out of sunny Southern California, where he has become something of a balcony aficionado. His work can be, or will be soon, found over at Thieves Jargon, Everyday Poetry, and Tuesday Shorts, though he suggests you continue reading the rest of this issue before you navigate elsewhere.
Joseph Hesch
Out of gas, no oil,
lawn grass clogs the rusty blades.
Guess there is no mow.
Joseph Hesch
lawn grass clogs the rusty blades.
Guess there is no mow.
Joseph Hesch
Prism of roadway—
Hot blacktop returns the rain
Bending light and air.
Kaitlin McBride
Hot blacktop returns the rain
Bending light and air.
Joseph Hesch is a writer and poet who enjoys three of the four seasons that frame life in his hometown of Albany, NY. Autumn might be his favorite. Spring and Summer are fine. He's certain he cannot tolerate any more Winters, though. His poems have appeared in previous issues of Boston Literary Magazine and in Wanderings Magazine.
Kaitlin McBride
Burnished ocean waves—
Silvery fish swim below
Flicking tails retreat.
Barbara Meikle
Silvery fish swim below
Flicking tails retreat.
Kaitlin McBride is a full time student and amateur writer of poems, song lyrics, and short stories. This is her first time to be published anywhere outside the safety of her laptop. In her spare time she absorbs Muse (the band), Sci-Fi, and lots of House MD.
Barbara Meikle
I love the light green
of trees and grass in the Spring.
And yellow flowers.
I love warmer days.
Most of all I love Spring for
Daylight Savings Time
Don Pesavento
of trees and grass in the Spring.
And yellow flowers.
I love warmer days.
Most of all I love Spring for
Daylight Savings Time
Barbara Meikle is a part-time editor, writer, and octanagerian. She lives north of Boston with her husband of 55 years and their golden retriever.
Don Pesavento
banana spider's
delicately crafted lace
vibrates deadly space
delicately crafted lace
vibrates deadly space
Don Pesavento was born in St. Louis and raised in Chicago, instilled early on with mysticism, nurturing a sense of the wondrous. Poems fly like kites in the skies of Underground Voices, The Literary Bohemian, Origami Condom, and The Battered Suitcase.
