Issue #4

PINK PETALS COVERTHE SILVER STRANDS OF HER HAIR –KNITTING NEEDLES CLICK

GRAFFITI MARSTHE GRANITE CLIFF’S FACE –ROADSIDE CROSS

SLEEPY FIELDS CONSUMEDTREES GOBBLED BY CONCRETE SLABSJAWS OF PROGRESS

INTOXICATIONCANDLELIGHT AND CLASPED HANDSFLOAT IN MY WINE GLASS

SWEATERS IN FLORIDA

MY MOTHER KNITTEDCOLORFUL ELABORATE DESIGNS—NOW FADED, UNWORN

INCANDESCENT BULB

FAREWELL, OLD NIGHTLIGHT,WARM LULLABY, TUNGSTEN GLOW.HELLO, DIM NEW WORLD

SUNSET HAIKU

CLOUDS WHIPPED INTO CREAMSTREAKED WITH CHERRY, LIME, AND PEACHSWIRLING THROUGH AMBER WINE

THE RETURN

ATLANTIS RETURNSLANDING IN CLOUDS AND LIGHT RAINSLOW TEARS FROM THE SKY

AT LAST, THE RAIN STOPPEDSTOOD IN MY OWN REFLECTIONSKY BENEATH MY FEET

CHAOTIC CLOUDSCRASHING STARS AND GALAXIES—THE UNIVERSE AT PEACE

SUN LIKE A SPIDERSPINS SILK AROUND THE EARTH—MORNING’S GOLDEN DEW

WALKING IN THE WOODSSUN DESCENDS IN SLATS OF LIGHT.INVISIBLE FENCE

HAZY SUNSHINE TURNSROILING FIELDS OF WINTER WHEATINTO A GOLD RUSH

MISTAKES WERE MADE ANDWINTER PERSISTS, YET FLOWERSBLOOM IN MY MIND’S EYE

FOR ALL THE FLOWERS

THERE IS NOWHERE THAT I NEED TO BEONLY THE DESIRETO STAND OUT IN THE SUN

OUR MOUTHS FULLTHOUGHTS NEVER SURVIVETO FEED THE POOR

FLIRTING WITH SUN

THAWED BY WARMING SUNWE FLIRT ON DAMP GRASS AND FEELBUTTERFLIES DANCING

ORCHARD

LUSH PINK BLOSSOMSWILT AND FADE, MAKE WAYFOR A HARVEST OF GOLD AND GREEN

ITS SEVERED VINE WRAPPEDABOUT THE PLASTIC LAWN CHAIR,THE MORNING GLORY BLOOMS....

DEAD COLD AND WET BIRDDECAYED THERE TWO WHOLE WEEKSFACE DOWN ON BRIGHT ROCKS

SPRING

BARE ELM TREESHEDS HER WINTER BLANKETAND GROWS A ROBIN

WAVES IN THE POOLA WOMAN LEAVES HER WOETHE CHILDREN SWALLOW AND FLOAT

MISSING PARTS OF MELIVE IN THE ABSENCE OF LEAVESBLOWING DOWN THE STREET

HORSEHIDE AND STRING, WRITHEEMPTY ON THE GRASSY FIELD.THE BALL IS LONG GONE

A SIMPLE CHANGE OF CLOTHES ON A WINTER

NIGHTTHIS NEW SKIN SUITS HER.SHE EMERGES BEAUTIFULFROM HER CHRYSALIS.

LACK OF MONEY KILLSWHILE FINANCIAL WIZARDS RULE,ROCKEFELLER LIVES

TRY AND TRY AGAIN,FAILURE WROTE UPON HIS SOULLINCOLN SUCCEEDED

I'VE GATHERED TREESBACK INTO MY MOUTHI HOPE YOU SEND SMALLER BIRDS

NAPPING IN THE CLEAN LAUNDRYWISHING THERE HAD BEEN CHILDRENTHE QUIET OF THE SNOW HAVING FALLEN

INTERIORITY

THE LIONS IN ZOOSDREAM OF CAGES SO VAST THATTHEY INCLUDE JUNGLES

DREAMS

THE DAY DREAM, THE FITARRANGEMENT OF INNER RHYMESELABORATE TONES

YESTERDAY FACESSNORTING OFF THEIR HARDBACK BOOKSTHE RESENTFUL DUST

WALKING IN PUDDLESTIME I HAVE AWAY FROM YOULIKE SHARP TIPPED RAIN DROPS

AT THE END WE WILL SEE OURIMAGES IN GLASS,REFLECTIONS CAST IN STONE

TWILIGHT

LIGHT OF PARADISESLOWLY DISAPPEARING THROUGHTHE WINDOWS OF WEST

FEBRUARY DAYFORBIDDEN LOVE ENCOURAGED…ONLY IN MY MIND

SNOW-COVERED BLOSSOMSOF YELLOW FORSYTHIAWINTER WILL NOT REST

ON THIS TWILIGHT SKY,HOKUSAI MIGHT HAVE PAINTEDTHOSE BLACK BIRDS FLYING

RAINY FRIDAY -THE SOUND OF UMBRELLASSTIRRING ICE

WISHFUL THINKING -INTO THE WELLA TOSSED PEONY

SILVER, SCALY FISHGLIDING, WEAVES THROUGH RIVER BED -SUN SHARPENS SHIMMER

STARFISH

STARFISHTUMBLING TO SHORETHE NIGHT SKY DIMS

MINNESOTA WINDBELLOWS HARD HUNGRY AS ATRAIN THAT WON’T STOP HERE

VAPOROUS LONGINGFROM THE DAY’S CREVICES SEEPSELUDES EVICTION

FALL RIVER

COLOR DRIFTING ONA LIQUID CANVAS - WIND GIVESFALL RIVER RECEIVES

GOALIE HIGHLIGHTS

WE ONLY SEE YOUWHEN EVERYONE ELSE HAS FAILEDYOU AGAINST THE WORLD

SLICING INTO GREEN;A SOFT, RIPE AVOCADO,THE LAST ONE FROM HOME

BEYOND EYE'S LID

SHADOWS DRIP FROM CEILINGFAN, MEMORIESOF INSOMNIA’S CURSE

RAZOR WAITING

WINTER TAP WATERSLOWLY WARMING, POURS ACROSSHIS SLEEPY FINGERS

LITERARY FIGURE OF SPEECH

HE TOLD HIS FRIENDS THATHE WAS HANGING IN THERE, WHICHWAS HOW THEY FOUND HIM