Issue #3

WITH FRIENDS LIKE YOU, ROSE,THORNS ‘NEATH LUSCIOUS PETALS, WHONEEDS ANEMONES?

MOTHER NATURE SPEAKS:CROCUS BREAK THROUGH SNOW, THEIR BLOOMSPUSH-UP-PURPLE GRINS.

STEEP DIVING BLUE HERONOFFERS A BREAKFASTING BASSLIFE IN A BETTER PLACE.

MY MOTHER ON STEPSWATCHING FOR BLUEBIRDS SHE HEARSCALLS ME TO COME, SIT

GIRL WELCOMES FRESH SNOWCOVERING EVERYTHING WHITESHE HAS NEW RED BOOTS

CHANGING PLACES

I’D SELL MY BODYPARTS AND HAIR FOR COLD HARD CASHTHOUGH I’D RATHER TRADE

RAIN STILL

LEAVES CHANGEBUT THE RAIN STILLSOUNDS GREEN

GERBERA DAISIESALMOST HIDDEN BY THE SHEDRED SUNS COMING UP

CONSISTENCY OF BEING AWAY

LYRICS LIKE STREWNCARCASSES ON WINDOWPANEDREAM OF FLIGHT, BUT DECAY.

WINTER GREEN

I TRAMP IN THE WOODS.MOSS VEILS TREES LIKE SOFT VELVET--LUSCIOUS COMFORTERS.

EVER MOVING CLOUDSOBSCURE THE NIGHT OF FULL MOONSTILL, DEEP MOODS SHIVER

SIX GRACEFUL SWANSSLOWLY GLIDE BY -BALLET SCHOOL WINDOW

A MOMENT WITH A BROKEN TOURIST

HOSPITAL. ITALY.ESPRESSO DREGS AND TEARS ASNEARBY HER KNELL TOLLS.

SPRING RAIN. DEAD AT FIRSTBREATH. STILL, I MOURN HIS LIFE, THEDAYS HE DID NOT SEE.

PURPLE HYACINTHSSTAGGER UP THROUGH THE WET SNOW —ICE DROPLETS FALLING.

BLACK-EYED SUSANSSUMMER’S COMMON WILDFLOWERTOPAZ OF ROADSIDES

DOE, YEARLING, AND FAWNFEED FROM LADEN PEAR TREETHIEVES BID WELCOME

WORK ETHIC―I PASS MY FATHER’S GRAVEAGAIN

FIRST COMMUNION

OUR FIRST COMMUNION:WE WATCH A DRAGONFLY LIGHTJUST BETWEEN OUR FEET

DEFLECT

UMBRELLAS DEFLECTCRITICISM AND TROUBLESSOMETIMES EVEN RAIN

CORONA OF PINKSHADOWS THE CREPE MYRTLESYOUR CRIED-OUT EYES

PEPPERMINT STICKSAND OLD MEN WITH CANESBRITTLE SEASON

THE HAIKU ISTHE VASE, THE EARTHQUAKE, AND THEASHES ON THE FLOOR

LIKE YOU I WHY:WHEN EVEN SCRAMBLED I’MGET ME YOU

HER WORDS GROW SOFTERAS I CHOP THROUGH FIREWOODBURYING THE HATCHET

THE MIDWIFE LEFT BEFORE DAWNMARS GLEAMED ON SCOURED TILES –EMPTY BIRD CAGE SWAYING AT AN OPEN WINDOW;

LOVE POPS PAST FIFTYEASING PAINS IN OLDER JOINTSREVIVING OLD ACHES

VASECTOMY SCARECHO OF AN OLD PROMISEAND NOW, A DAUGHTER

CONFESSIONS

WHEN THE WIND WHISPERSITS CONFESSIONS TO THE TREES,LEAVES FLUSH, SLOWLY SCARLET.

CROWDED MARKETPLACEWAVES OF BOBBING HEADS ROLL INDROWNING ALL REASON

THEIR CUPPED HANDS EMPTYGRIME-STUNG EYES GROPE PASSERS BYSCARCITY IS KING

FATTY FISH SWIMMINGBENEATH THE DEEPENING ICEHUNGER PANGS LINGER

LIFE IN MEASURED CUPS

HAIKU BOOK AND TEA -TASTED DREAMS, SIPS OF CLEAN THOUGHT:PUREST REFRESHMENT.

GREEN APPLE ON NEWSPAPER

GREEN APPLEON A NEWSPAPER;DUST FLOATING IN A SUNBEAM.

NEW WORLD

INTRICATE SNOWFLAKES,WOVEN INTO A WHITE QUILT,CREATES A NEW WORLD.

PAPER

THE SMELL OF PAPERLOST IN THE TOUCH SCREEN PAGESOF THE LAST DEVICE

SUMMER STORM APPROACHESHALYARDS ON THE FLAG POLEBEAT OUT HOLLOW NOTES

DUSTY WALKWAYAT THE FRONT DOORSTEPRECORDS MY HISTORY

BLACKEST SUMMER NIGHTCLEAR LAKE TREMOLO ECHOESLOON PAIR ROMANCING

RISING CHORUS WANESEERIE SOUNDS IN UNISONCICADAS EMERGE

TEA

SHE DRANK EVENING TEASTARS IN CUP HER SWEETNESSMOON HER CREAM

AUTUMN LEAF TWIRLINGSWIFTLY DOWN THE LANE, BOUND TODANCE BY THE NORTH WIND.

ASPEN LEAVES SILVEREDBY THE SLOW SUMMER BREEZERINGING FULL CIRCLE

ONE LOON AT DOCKSIDEDIVES BELOW THE LAKES SURFACEBOBS BACK UP DISTANT

NEWLYWEDS' TENTOUTSIDE ALL EARSA FAWN

MIDNIGHT, HALF-WAYTHROUGH, CARESSING,HER SIDE OF THE BED

LONG BRAIDED BEARDSGRUBBY WITH WISDOMROOTS TO GATHER

NORTH UNMARKEDON HIS MORAL COMPASS,THE NEEDLE SPINS

SUMMER EVENINGSWEET NECTARINE JUICESSTAIN THE SKY

OLD TREASURES

IN MY MOTHER'S ATTICUNKNOWN ANCESTORS IN SEPIASMILING AT ME