Category Archives: August 2016

“Excess” by Bruce Harris

Excess

baggage limits mobility
until
the
cruor
plugs
until
stationary
trains
couple
until
mobility limits baggage

Bruce Harris
8/29/2016

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“Summertime” and “Frescoed Clouds” by Sharon Tracey

Summertime

In raging heat I wear a dress of linen
beaten
stalks
scotched
fibers
beaten
nubs
heckled
slubs
beaten
I wear a dress of linen in raging heat

***

Frescoed Clouds

Again, they masquerade as solid objects
float
lacquered
opaque
glazed
float
light
packed
gold
float
They masquerade as solid objects, again

Sharon Tracey
8/12/2016

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“A deux” and “Shut your trap” by Barbara Turney Wieland

A deux

“I’ll have of the second course”
ordered
molten
flirtation
was
ordered
bespoken
romance
first
ordered
second. “Will I have it? Of course!”

***

Shut your trap

crumpled
tumult tossed out with the trash
lid
bashed
shut
forgive
lid
closed
hid
sins
lid
tossed out with the tumult-crumpled trash

Barbara Turney Wieland
8/11/2016

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“Variation on a Summer Psalm” by Rebecca Weigold

Variation on a Summer Psalm

Sun and moon duet at twilight:
cadenced
movement,
play
pianissimo,
cadenced
refrains.
Selah.
Summer
cadenced
duet at twilight: sun and moon.

Rebecca Weigold
8/10/21016

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(Photo courtesy of Roar Photography)

 

“Beth with Hummingbirds” by Lori Desrosiers

Beth with Hummingbirds

Beth into her lap
dip
ruffle
disturb
spin
dip
race
shock
yellow
dip
into Beth her lap

Lori Desrosiers
8/5/2016

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“hospice” and “junebugs” by Ingrid Bruck

hospice

Jake talks to his dead brother and father in hospice
ocean
waves
boom
rocks
ocean
rips
rolls
tows
ocean
in hospice, his dead father and brother talk to Jake

***

junebugs

after the full moon shines in the pond, copper green pond scum rises
junebugs
moon
dive
foolhardy
junebugs
drown
reckless
kamikaze
junebugs
copper green pond scum shines after the full moon rises in the pond

Ingrid Bruck
8/3/2016

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“School & Church” by Le Hinton

School & Church

Our father’s hands were
black
(writing
on
the
black-
board).
Praying,
(still)
black
were our father’s hands.

Le Hinton
8/1/2016

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