Category Archives: Poems

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Todd Mercer

The Ming Ten Directive

Reach for the stars,
but be the reasonable person
capable of gleaning happiness
from a plate of decent sushi too.


Todd Mercer is a regular guy who was nominated for Fiction and Poetry Pushcarts last year, but still answers his own e-mails anyway.


 

John Hansen

Jefferson Street

10:57 by the Farmers & Merchants Bank’s
Clock, 96° outside, inside a cool bed of dimes.


John Hansen is English Faculty at Mohave Community College in Arizona and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Summerset Review, The Pluralist, Philological Review, and Aethlon: The Journal of Sport Literature.


 

Pippa Phillips

By a planet’s measure,
a millenium is just a breath,
the childhood memory of spinning yourself dizzy in your father’s office chair.


Pippa Phillips is a recovering academic who hasn’t yet given up her peripatetic lifestyle.


 

Andrea Lynn Koohi

Paper Thin

Whenever we played
Rock, Paper, Scissors
you’d always win
by cutting through me,
as if you knew
even then
how easy I was
to shred.


Andrea Lynn Koohi is a creative writer and non-profit copywriter from Toronto, Canada.


 

Corey Mesler

Sylvi Ascending

My granddaughter,
at two,
knows she can
break me in
half with a
frown,
and I wouldn’t
consider
such a thing
as grist
for a poem
except she
comes back and
come back,
straight
into my heart
with a
little load of lightning.


Corey Mesler has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including Poetry, Gargoyle, Five Points, Good Poems American Places, and New Stories from the South.


 

Corey Mesler

A Stray Storm

A stray thunderstorm,
without collar
or ID,
snuck into our
neighborhood,
rolled around on
the lawns,
begged for a
quick belly rub
and a scratch
behind its
dark grey ears,
before letting
loose a howl
that darkened
the moon and
soaked our homes,
shaking its considerable coat.


Corey Mesler has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including Poetry, Gargoyle, Five Points, Good Poems American Places, and New Stories from the South.


 

Bethany Reid

What She Memorized for the Test

Not the quadratic equation
but the need

for things to add up
and not the tangent, not

the isosceles triangle,
but the way all angles

lean into what becomes:
bundles of hypotenuses,

factors and powers,
the heron flying,

drawing a line
across your circumference of sky.


Bethany Reid walks her dog, drinks lots of coffee, and writes one-sentence poems and other stuff in Edmonds, Washington.