“My Lemon Tree” by Vicki Batkin

My lemon tree has grown
Six are now oval
Perfect shades of green

I open my front door
Every time
A glorious smell
Wide-spreading branches
Allow my lemons to grow

It is bearing fruit
Rich fruit
Ripe fruit
Tart fruit
Succulent fruit

I can’t wait
To wrap my hands
Around their thick skin
Smell the fragrant oils
Squeeze out juices
From my light yellow
Friends.

And, reload my fuckin’ life

Vicki Batkin

© 2011

“The Corsage of Courage” by M.C. Lubow

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It’s been a while since I wore a corsage.
How I loved the special feeling
that someone thought to honor me
with fragrant flowers.

Today I woke up crying.
Today I wear my courage
in a corsage on my chest.

I confront myself. I search within,
for multicolored petals of strength,
to face a Goliath, whose passion for deprivation,
seeks to conquer all my personal territory,
every inch of me.

Today I woke up crying.
Today I wear my corsage
of courage on my chest.

Shall I surrender yet again,
lacking resolve to stand on my own?
I enter my own garden at the home
I still love, because it is my shelter.
I diagramed all the sprinklers’ spray, observed
where holy water should be conserved.
I fired the gardener last week. He didn’t listen.

Today I woke up crying.
Today I wear my courage
in a corsage on my chest.

Am I listening to my own heartbeat,
or that of Goliath?
I tried to synchronize our rhythms
on Sunday,
but our breaths fall at different rates.

Today I woke up crying.
Today I wear my corsage
of courage on my chest.

M.C. Lubow

© 2010

“In The Year Twenty Ten” Vicki Batkin

i will hear the sounds
of gentle rain.

i will breathe
in and out,
slowly enough
to hear
myself
slow down.

i will embrace
my husband’s snoring,
as my new lullaby.

i will wear
a smile with promise.
my stride
will follow.

i will shut off the water
while brushing my teeth.
spit out less
look into the mirror more.

i will glide
across the room,
wearing three inch
black stilettos

i will live.
i will want.
i will change.
i will love.
i will laugh.
i will cry.
i will drink
and eat
i will dance.
i will gain 5
and loose 10.
i will be grateful
and un-grateful
i will stand
i will fall….

in the year Twenty Ten.

Vicki Batkin

Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

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© 2010

“Edge Of The World” by Jaymie Thorne


sitting on the edge of the world
watching winds capture curtain
i began trying clouds on for size
blowing by as borrowed distress
some looking as wild horses alit
dragging me with the stampede
to high clouds of icy desperation

on clear days forever bloomed
with hope of eternal existence
encircled by a nimbus of faith
cradled in arms of belief until
again a mustang would charge
leaving me to teeter and sway

i no longer pilfer heaven’s robe
gales blast then blow across me
no struggle has been harnessed
with repeating choice to remain
sitting on the edge of the world

Jaymie Thorne

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© 2010