by Mike Jewett
White silk
Spiderwebs
Her beautiful
Face, her
Lips aching
For you,
Aching
To spiderweb
Every inch of you
by Mike Jewett
Ladybug, ladybug
(don’t you know you can’t)
fly away home
by Joy MacVane
waiting for night to end
gray moth and I
share pool of light
by Joy MacVane
fresh blueberry pie
soft slap of
her rolling pin
by Joy MacVane
late summer drought
old men argue
how deep the well is
by Joy MacVane
late last night
the poems got out
tipped over the trash
howled at the moon
ran through the streets
sniffed each other’s butts
never came back
we called and called
by Joy MacVane
Eden’s back lot
no tests or decisions
no booby-trapped fruit
just acres of clover
and wide open gates
by Ram Krishna Singh
watching the waves
up and down
I stand here
like an island
one with the sea