By Diane Webster -- Two birds glide through the waterfall’s mist arcing rainbow colors separating one side from the other. Birds soar...

By Adam Bloom -- The time passes anyway Doesn’t it? No matter what you do It will pass And you will pass too (and so) I've decided Any...

By Bruce Gunther -- You stand a few feet apart, wishing the coffee maker would hurry, exchanging the usual pleasantries about weather,...

By Bruce Gunther -- Exudes confidence. Exhales dust and ennui. Lets weeds grow. Stifles the urge to put one word in front of the other...

By Barbara A Meier -- The end table bit me back, fell into pieces, while the scratch won’t stop bleeding.   My life moving on, until...

By Ed Higgins -- the calendar    above my desk    as usual at least a week behind lining through past days     like wisps of breath   ...

By Gerard Sarnat -- Fingers Are Crossed Until Spring Vacation Soon   Among their mosaics of tattoos piercings plus unopened books...

By Ed Higgins -- Sometimes in the middle of the night awake under a panoply as mordant as Doré illustrating Dante   spelunking to the...

By Jeffrey Zable -- Walking along a side street I see this woman up ahead lying against a wall, surrounded by garbage: milk cartons,...

By Jeffrey Zable -- Yesterday I received an e-mail from a friend who I grew up with, is the same age as me, and who went to the same high...

By Jesse Campos -- Waking up has always been a blessing It's a wonderful reality A reality that's almost inescapable By almost...

By Diane Webster -- A field of brown grass sways in the wind; many girl concert-goers near swoon close to the rock-star singer.   Final...

By Keiraj M. Gillis [Winner: 1st Place] -- I popped the cork on my ego and splashed it into a tomato-thyme bouillon to accompany some...

By Robert Beveridge -- It's that thread thing, ya know, it's like I can see wells of history rising behind me, or some shit like that.  ...

By William Doreski [Winner: 2nd Place] -- The cold in my head is the climate. Glaciers puddle at my feet.   The sea-rise troubles my...

By Corey Mesler -- He took me into the woods. My home seemed far away. He took me into the woods and tied me to a tree. I was small and...

By Diane Webster -- I want to be an old wooden bridge with slats missing, broken in dangling pairs in mid-air dive suspension.   I want...

By Karen Wolf -- on either side of the colon, where numbers dictate. A cardinal feeds when   empty, predators far. Red numerals slash  ...

By Karen Wolf -- flashes, smoke clouds, head slamming commotion, bark chips---Tecumseh fears bad medicine of British rolling guns...

By Karen Wolf -- A thin ribbon of confidence pushes away a shadow cast   by the wood-slatted barn; Sweet heart, your mama…died, didn’t...