To Life		Harry Buschman
What I Shouldn't Have Said		Kim Schroeder
In a Mirror Made only for Her		John Magee
Spring Of Hope		Valerie McKinley
Brahms Actually		Christine A. Clatworthy
The Parable of the Sea Wall		Mathias B.Freese
Cats!		Michael James Treacy
Violets are Blue		Sandy Sue Benitez
Another Poem of Little Substance		Corey Mesler
The Great Oak Stories		Lisa C. Hinsley
Winter's End		Glen Batchelor
The One I Want		Chantelle Thomasina Nixon
Blue		Al Ferber
My Perfect Date		Garry Jones
The Good Ship Lollypop		Daniel Abelman
As If In August		L. Ward Abel
O Sweet		Karen Corcoran Dabkowski
Where's the Dragon?		Elizabeth Howard
Defying the Inevitable		Simon Murphy
A Commotion at Roswell		Janet Hildreth
Danseuse à La Fenêtre		Luigi Pagano
The Painters and I		Laala Kashef Alghata
Ice Maiden		Kim Schroeder
The Elephant and the Mouse		Harry Cronje
Cloud Horse		Christian Ward
The Weight of my Skin		Sandy Sue Benitez
Live Another Day		Sharon Haley
A Day in the Life		Christine A. Clatworthy
Speak Softly		Sharon Haley
The philosophy of House-painting		HSH Prince Louis Richard II de la Pau
Flop Turn River		Lucy Kavanagh
The Discarded		L. Ward Abel
Yes		Laala Kashef Alghata
I am a Head		Deborah Rey
The Dog with the Luminous Eyes		Christine A. Clatworthy
Ode to Trousers		John Magee
The Fishing Boat Prank		Gary Beck
The Spider And Miss Hider		Michael James Treacy
A Promise		Chantelle Thomasina Nixon
Solder		Christian Ward
Three days since you left		Josie Abram
Nursery Rhymes		Paul A. Freeman
Represent		Laala Kashef Alghata
Slab on a Subway Car		Janet P. Hildreth
Red and Blue make Purple		Christine A. Clatworthy
Ode to Sand Dunes		Paul A. Freeman
Dream Come True		Chantelle Thomasina Nixon
Still Life		Al Ferber
The Faith Healer		Harry Cronje
Saturday Song		Elizabeth Howard
Flames		Garry Jones
Fluffy Big Daddy		Michael James Treacy
The Intruder		Sharon Haley
Pregnant Pause		Luigi Pagano
Sonnet To My Father		Valerie McKinley
Dungeon of Mediocrity		Janet P. Hildreth
Through a Looking Glass		Harry Buschman
Dali’s Rose		Laala Kashef Alghata
Clockwork Lament		Simon Murphy
A Cautionary Tail!		Christine A. Clatworthy
Grapes		Kim Schroeder
City of Limbo		Laala Kashef Alghata
A Judge of Character		Luigi Pagano
Cornflowers in Early Summer		Josie Abram
The Pink Fluffy Slipper That Lived For a While		Kim Schroeder
More nursery Rhymes		Paul A. Freeman
A life more ordinary		Christine A. Clatworthy
Night Stalkers		Valerie McKinley
Carrier Hop		Janet Hildreth
The Well		Christian Ward
Uncle Seymour		Mathias B. Freese
The Thirsty Beast From Galaxy X		John Magee
Ain't		Karen Corcoran Dabkowski
Saturday Morning		L. Ward Abel
Boy!		John Magee
A Student's Prayer		Deborah Rey
Bonfire of Insanity		Janet P. Hildreth
Lusty Devotions - An Edblo Fantasy		Harry Cronje
And Thereby Hangs a Tail.		Daffni Percival
Death, “Goodnight”		Laala Kashef Alghata
Just George!		Christine A. Clatworthy
The Unexpected Gift		Garry Jones
Coming Home		Sharon Haley
Lusty Devotions… One Sin at a Time		Harry Cronje
Tomorrow's Fossils		Paul A. Freeman
Symbolism in Great American Folktales		Corey Mesler
Descent on the Dungeness		Janet Hildreth
Honey Bars		Elizabeth Howard
At the Museum This Week		Josie Abram
Through Frosted Pane		Christine A. Clatworthy
Majority Verdict		Luigi Pagano
I.C.E.		Simon Murphy
Mr Fixit		Kim Schroeder
Let's		Karen Corcoran Dabkowski
Mortise and Tenon		Mathias B. Freese
In Two Minds		Christine A. Clatworthy
Proving Plato		Kim Schroeder
The Day Has Come		Allen Ansell

The Day Has Come

by Allen Ansell

.... On this day ...
fortuitously ...
innocently ...
his kiss for her will be more ardent;
will be more longer lasting.
She will think she knows the reason why ...
but she will not ....

To Life

by Harry Buschman

There’s very little movement in this story – nothing much happens. There is little motivation to stir its surface and hardly any to keep it going. It’s simply the passing of Seymour, a neighbor and friend of mine for nearly forty years. Like all passings, it means more to the people he left behind than it does to him. Melancholy as the story may be, I will set it down as simply and honestly as I can. Seymour led a simple and honest life and rhetoric would not do him justice ....

My Perfect Date

by Garry Jones

I took her to the Pictures
Bought her some Dolly Mixtures
This ones easily pleased
I was expecting a box of chocolates;
at the least! ....

Winter's End

by Glen Batchelor

.... He’d watched his grandfather sit, facing the sea, while the snow deepened around him, had begged his father to go and bring Moses in from the cold. Donat’s eyes had filled with tears and his heart had filled with anger at his father’s refusal. He’d ached so much to hold his grandfather’s hand, to tell him it was alright, he could come in from the cold now. But then, he’d seen his grandfather’s body topple to one side, remaining motionless as the wind and snow conspired to hide their victim ....

Where's the Dragon?

by Elizabeth Howard

Grandpa took me to the zoo to see the baby chimpanzee. I'd seen chimps. They were always the same.
But I'd never seen a dragon, except in pictures. They were not all the same ....

The Painters and I

by Laala Kashef Alghata

Michelangelo would be afraid to paint
my portrait, if he were asked
he would say, no; shake his head then
repeat, no ....

Ice Maiden

by Kim Schroeder

Lying in bed that morning, nestling into Finn’s back, I could only fantasise about summer. I loathed winter, and to peel my facial skin from its place between his shoulder blades was like the first event in a triathlon ....

The Spider And Miss Hider

by Michael James Treacy

She sat down:
miss Hider
with a glass
of sweet cider
and whiled
at the end
of the day ....

Uncle Seymour

by Mathias B. Freese

.... I remember holding Seymour’s hand, on his left side, in a Jewish bakery, the rye bread with the union postage stamp on its heel, the escalator-looking machine chattering through the loaf ....

Honey Bars

in our Children's Corner and written by Elizabeth Howard

Princess Buffy Bear ate a honey bar and threw the wrapper in the corner of her room. She pulled off her dress, dropped it on the floor, and put on jeans and a shirt. She put a few pieces of puzzle together, undressed a doll, colored part of a picture. She turned on the stereo and started dancing....

…Three days since you left

by Josie Abram

Here, just beneath the water,
is the shape of an ending,
where the sea humps and smashes
over rocks, like a mass of sightseers
walking the ancient steps of a medieval city