“Thread Bare” by L. K. Thayer

threads
of communication
feeling closer to faces
unseen
than faces I’ve  known
for a lifetime
threads on the web
threads of time
we thread together
pieces of ourselves
giving them to each other
sometimes strangers
hold us together
threading the fabric
that we wear
day to day
our outerwear
covering our
frayed edges
fingers reaching out
hoping to identify
a fellow underdog
to curl up with
or a lucky charm
to squeeze
when
we are coming
undone

L.K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010

“A Day In The City” by C. Jean Pearlstein

My eyes eat up the lascivious display of greenery
And blossoms
In the canyon
We slither down to the city
To take in a movie
In French
We prepare for our voyage, listening
To language tapes
To face the Gaults
As we’re never prepared
To face each other
“What do you mean by ‘lascivious’?”
He asks, head bent over the newspaper
A rare glance at my poem
Revealing a puzzle
The left brain must pursue
To a logical answer
“It’s poetry”
I want to say, “By needing to ask the question, you may not feel my meaning.”
I smile, and move into the kitchen.

C. Jean Pearlstein

Photo by VC Ferry

© 2010

“Moon Psychle” by Nicole Rigets

In bed, getting to sleep last night and I have a pad attack:

I write in the dark, moon bright reflected by waves light:

I’m going into a trance,

a middle of the night dance.

The wind braiding the air,

zig zagging it

across

my bare skin

Ruffling my hair

and tousling the covers.

The water balooshing

baloshing

and

sloshing!

Oh my Gosh! slosh!

Soaking the seawalkers

with little remorse.

Yes, I know she’s dead but let me phone

her old number and see if she answers.

Pic & Poem by Nicole Rigets

All Rights Reserved

© 2010

“Sofia’s Fall” by Jaymie Thorne

Sophia

Sophia

where has wisdom gone
she dyed her hair red
sauntered off in stiletto heels
proclaiming independence
from responsibility of self and tribe
no longer does she call aloud in the streets
raise a voice to be heard in public squares
a goddess once bathed in sage
searching out both dark and light
now doused with persimmon perfume
talking in riddles declaring autonomy
never once considering inheritance
leaving confusion to rule, bearing war
as only confusion can

poem & painting by

Jaymie Thorne

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© 2009