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Helen Bar-Lev, IL

Waiting for the Rains

 

There is an impatience in the air,
an anticipation in the fields, parched,
in the orchards, picked fruit-less,
in the clouds, grey and heavy
 
There is a promise in the darkness,
lengthening, as the sun spins its way
to another solstice,
as the land cools down and waits
for the relief of rain
for the release of green

for another winter
for another spring

 

 

 

 

Deborah Finkelstein, US

 

Untitled

For James Rosenquist

 

Spray-painted numbers
On my lens
Where Alphabet City meets Chinatown
Games under the umbrella in the restaurant
The bomb
The railroad
Eject here
Pastels in the background
Green grass in the sky
Turning brown from too much sun

 

 

 

 

Jan Oskar Hansen, PL

 

Inconsequent Calamity

 

Men in suits carrying cardboard boxes out of a bankrupt
finance house, it isn’t money they carry out but private
belongings, picture of wife and kids and executive toys,
so what do I care? In the basement where there are no
gleaming windows and walls are cement grey, damp and
unadorned, the janitor sits, he lives from one pay check to
the next, won’t be paid this week though;

maybe he should join the navy and see the world, but at
sixty five it isn’t a wise thing to do. But he has, unlike
the suits upstairs, been unemployed before, he can, if he
must, sweep the streets of New York. The TV’s glare and
sympathy is not on him, the world of middle class men
worries about their own future not the janitor’s or his son
who is on his third tour of duty in Iraq

 

 

 

 

Doug Holder, US

 

Jacob Wirth ( Boston, Mass. 1868 to? )


* an old tavern in Boston, Mass.

 

The sawdust
on the floor
has gone the way
of all dust.
But it is the hard slap
of the house dark
on the dark, mahogany bar
that sustains me.
Yes ,
they have made
concessions
to a high
definition TV
but the ancient
beaten ivories
of the piano
still hold their torch songs
on Friday nights.
And
it seems
there is still a wholesome, yellow statement
of cornbread,
and a saucer of
baked beans.
The long dining room
has stretched over 100 years
and in the rear
there is a pay phone
in its battered booth
before you hit the head.
And that din of laughter

(and I admit
I miss the cigar smoke)
and the bright red

sheaves of corned beef
sprouting from dark bread.
What was once alive in this city
is still
not quite
dead.

 

 

Meat is a tasty murder

 

Broiled, fried, crucified.
On a plate
on a platter
what does it matter?

We classify
all our
oh-so
mannered cuts:
sirloin, tenderloin
and for the regular Joes
you can call it "Chuck."

With a flash
of silvery cutlery
I cut,
but really
I want to
tear into
my
succulent meat,

and delicately wipe the blood
that stained my cheek.

My word
for savages
we are so
neat!

 

 

 

 

Elizabeth Howard, US

 

Cecil's Dream

 

In my sleeping chair, I am cold.
I dream scary stuff, rats
with long yellow teeth, monsters
coming in the cracked window,
a red-eyed giant with a belt.
When teacher tells us to draw
our room, I draw my chair.
Where's your bed? she asks.
I never had a bed so I dream one
with a soft pillow, blue sheets,
a quilt like the one on the wall
at school. In a warm bed, I bet
I wouldn't have scary dreams.

 

 

 

 

Richard Krawiec, US

 

Dry

 

A yellow jacket
buzzes my bare legs,
crotch and chest,
I stiffen;
the porch swing
rocks gently.
Slow as stone
I raise my head
to notice for the first
time the eye-succulent
white and pink dogwoods,
the tulips sodden
with red and purple.
When I try to see
the hornet
hovers closer
to my dry,
open mouth.

 

 

a gray tangle

 

of branches cramp
the window unfold
to graceful spires
that tendril
the open blue sky


a flash of red
perks above
the window sill
blossoms
to slender limbs
autumn-daubed
leaves which cling
sway like the last
drops of martyr's blood


the world changes
as you rise sit stretch walk
truth contingent
to your position

 

 

 

 

Free Verse

 

Andreas Gripp, CA—September 11th

Shanna Baldwin Moore: Free VerseUntitled

Aju Mukhopadhyay, IN: Free VerseLove Like a Statue, Of Melody Rhythm and Meaning, Cultivating the Human Being, Hunger and Thirst, Structural Violence, Amrita's Annaprasan, Act like a Sage

Dr. Ram Sharma, IN: Free VerseO! Dawn, Not You

Jeffrey Spahr-Summers, US: Free VerseSilence, uncontested
marriage,
razor blade, ripvan winkle, Riding blue, octopus’s garden, next to me, Locked in the poetry room II, gwendolyn, No Reply, Peter Pan, Winging It, In the Kiaat Tree, inside the barrel

Craig Tigerman, US: Free VerseSudden Smile, Sylvan Angel, Phrenicam

RD Armstrong, US: Free VerseArtifact from from Fire and Rain Selected Poems - Vol. 2

Pris Campbell, US: Free VerseHurricane Season

Angela Consolo Mankiewicz, US: Free Verse from Chapbook, As If: Who Am I To Cry, "Smiles Of a Summer Night", As If

Angela Consolo Mankiewicz, US: Free Verse: De-Cap, A Putting Aside, Temporary Poem 2

G. David Schwartz: Free VerseHad A Very Bad Dream, A F ish Without A Head, I’ve Been Seeking A Light Basket

Tracy McPherson, USFree Verse: Homeless , It's almost sunset, Vanilla ice cream, Tight Buns and 501s, Beach outlaws, 57 Chevy

Christopher Mulrooney, US—Free Verse: new city men, general repetition, key to the city, glazed donut

Lyn Lifshin: Free Verse: from Race Track Poems: Have You Ever Wondered?; The Family Shoe; Have You Ever Read Passionate Poems, Not Feeling Like Writing Any Love Poems; When The Man In A Motorized Wheel Chair At The Book Fair Picks Up My Books; December 2, After The First Day Out Of The House; December 2; December 2; December 7.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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