“Silver Rain” by Mitch Hicks

“Thoughts like rain settling on silver
Moveable and reflecting
Sometimes you want to touch them
Yet we wipe them away so easy
But the rain always brings them back”
© 2010

“The Past” by L. K. Thayer

the past

is always behind us

one step

one step forward

two steps back

it follows us, waiting in the wings

it sleeps next to us in bed

it greets us in the morning

sometimes with regret

sometimes with longing

and melancholy

sometimes with beaming rays

of remembrance

it’s always there

waiting

for us

to recollect

and call collect

Photo & Poem by L. K. Thayer

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© 2010

“Haze” by Alex Bledsoe

I walk through the cloud of exhaust visible on this cold morning, younger son buckled into his car seat, his brother awaiting my help. For an instant the carbon monoxide surrounds me and I’m reminded it was the last thing that helped my big brother the night he decided his little brother didn’t need him.

Photo & Poem by Alex Bledsoe

(author, novelist)

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© 2010

“Love Poem” by L. K. Thayer

When I saw him at the corner in his car waiting
for the light to change, it had been 2 years.

He would remember calling me
impetuous
while we exchanged saliva and other bodily fluids.
He would remember telling me he wanted to marry me
& how hard it was to be apart. He would remember
our passion
& how rare it was, something you can’t find at the
5 & dime.
He said he loved me on our 4th date.

As he was making a right
he would be heading towards my apt.
the place we’d spent 9 months soaking in
each other’s juices.

I knew he’d pass my street, think of me
& feel homeless.
The light turned green.

It was a drive by

& I had the hole in my heart to prove it.
I felt blank,
like an unused sheet of paper
never wanting to write another
love poem again.

L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

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© 2009

“What We Leave Behind” by L. K. Thayer

traces &
evidence
of life lived
fingerprints
pieces of ourselves
unfinished business

our DNA
our patterns
our footprints
echo’s of
vibrant auras burning

crumbs of bread left on a table
notes of love in love notes
laughing images of
frolic and frailty

trails of memories
& forget-me-not bouquets
hope in our hope chests
neatly folded & tucked away
to be handed down

& will someday

land
in another’s hands
to leave

fingerprints
upon

and

on

and on

L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

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© 2010

“The Picture” by Bill Duke

WHEN GEORGE WASHINGTON WAS BORN
THEY HAD A PARTY
CHOPPED DOWN A CHERRY TREE
DID ALL OTHER KINDS OF GOOD STUFF
BUT WHEN I CAME ALONG
MY OWN MOTHER DIDN’T KNOW I WAS HERE
SHE WAS ASLEEP
SO I HAD TO COME IN BY MYSELF
SURE, NOBODY PROMISED ME A ROSE GARDEN
BUT, I JUST WANTED AT LEAST A SEED TO GROW
SOMEPLACE THAT SAID
“HEY, HERE I AM, AND I WAS PLANTED BY WHAT’S HIS NAME.”
WHEN MY FATHER DIED
HE LOOKED IN MY FACE LIKE A SPARROW
HE MOVED ME SO MUCH
BUT
MY BOYS WERE THERE
AND I WAS TOO PROUD TO CRY
BUT
I KEPT HIS PICTURE UPON WHICH HE HAD WRITTEN
A FEW WORDS JUST BEFORE HE PASSED
HAD TUCKED IT INSIDE MY SHIRT
AND WHEN HE CLOSED HIS EYES,
MY MOTHER CAME INTO THE ROOM CRYING
MY SISTER THREW UP
I
WENT INTO THE BATHROOM
AND CLOSED THE DOOR
TOOK THE PICTURE OUT AND LOOKED ON THE BACK
AND IT SAID, “BOY, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR SISTER
I NEVER LOVED YOUR MOMMA
I NEVER LOVED MUCH ELSE IN MY WHOLE LIFE
BUT I LOVE YOU.”
TEARS TOOK ME
I TURNED ON THE FAUCETS SO MY UNCLES WOULDN’T HEAR ME
BUT I THINK THEY KNEW BECAUSE
WHEN I CAME OUT
UNCLE ALBERT PUT HIS ARMS AROUND ME
AND HE HELD ME SO TIGHT
THAT I THOUGHT
I WOULD NEVER LET HIM GO.

BILL DUKE

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© 2009