Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Don Kingfisher Campbell
You make me feel
like a bear
wanting to devour
his favorite salmon
You make me feel
like lightning
striking the surface
of Venus
You make me feel
like a tree
wanting to be felled
by your electric saw
You make me feel
like an alien
You make me wish
I had twelve hands
You make me feel
like an octopus/The Beatles
I wish I had
eight arms to hold you
You make me feel
like a junkie
I need my fix
of hugging you
You make me feel
like a gorilla
I want to ooh ooh
while hugging you
You make wish
you were a tree
I like to squeeze
your apples
You make me wish
I was The Colonel
I like to nibble
on your peach halves
You make me wish
we were walruses
so we could
play finsie
You make me wish
oatmeal smelled
as good as you
then I’d love
to poop you out
You make me wish
I was a needle
to inject you
with my serum
(then again that is
what I do)
You make me wish
I was a poet
in order to
write you poems
(oh yeah, I am)

Thelma T. Reyna
I collect them every chance I get, under shrubs dried
from winds that sap life out of things, or in gurgling
streams. Stone hearts buried beneath others like
them, stones misshapen by elements.
I stoop in creeks like miners seeking gold, eyes
scanning gray, white, brown, beige, black stones
arrayed like faces in a crowd—looking for the
right, rounded head cleft in two, with
opposing point that makes a heart a heart. Smooth
rocks that glint in sand, or craggy stones
lying with clods and scorpions and
dung beetles in thorns.
A heart’s a heart. Doesn’t matter where it
hides or shows itself, how wind and sun and
storms have buffeted or cosseted, how it’s been
tossed or laid in moss. I gather these in
pockets by my breast.

Kathryn Rueby
Caller I.D. was no doubt invented by a woman.
She was barefoot at the time,
Moving quietly through the house at midnight,
Dusting a few things, looking at old photographs,
Getting ready to curl up with a couple of dogs, a book,
And a piano sonata on the stereo when
The phone rang~
She froze in place
Daring it to ring again
While in that moment
She was transformed
Into a towering goddess
Of incredible strength
Beauty purpose meaning
~ With wings ~
And said no fucking way is he coming over here
And calmly turned the page in the book while
The phone rang on
And the phone rang on

Lori Wall-Holloway
Two initials united
by ampersand
carved in cement
on sidewalk
in front of house
spell out the long
lasting love that began
more than fifty years
before when a sixteen
year old girl’s birthday
party was crashed
by a long haired
young man
looking for free food
Commitment through
years of dating
marriage and family
is symbolized
by a red 1932 Ford
Coupe. How many
times the couple
could have given
up the car during
days of struggle.
With their love
they hung on to each
other and to the car
celebrating life
With impossible strength
the pair’s love and longevity
helped them endure a test
in their golden years, only
to have their dreams robbed
by a thief named leukemia.
Having difficulty being
left behind, the different
signs coming from across
galaxies becomes reassurance
of love and the decision
to let the Ford go
is confirmed when
a deer visits her backyard

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Jeffry Jensen
Eileen has several brothers who I've never met.
They are supposedly famous for crushing any male
who would dare to take liberties with their baby sister.
Maybe they wouldn't really want to pound me
into the frozen ground, but then again maybe
I should keep a safe distance from such potential brutes?
If it ever comes to be that I’m invited out for drinks
by these brothers or any other close relation, maybe I
should refrain from falling into a drunken stupor of any variety?
There is no telling how much trouble a loose tongue would do me
if I get started babbling on about Eileen’s sweet uncompromising curves.
I could end up a broken man under a Bronx moon.
It is probably a good thing that she finally took up residence
in a Los Angeles suburb where a bright sun must be
worshiped at all hours, and all her scary brothers stayed
where the slush keeps them spinning endlessly and getting nowhere fast.
In the meantime, Eileen and I have been getting somewhere
very fast and very hot for all of our ingenious efforts, for all of our
appropriate distance from anything smacking of brotherly love.

Bryan Story
A little slow on the uptake maybe
under chalkmark stars winking back
from the blackboard sky   tonites class
         summer school on the grass 
She said hold these
the subjects of his awkward inquiries
and so with a little help
         she said let me give
         you a hand with that
he found out
all there was to know about
         her learning curves