Issue 41 – Linked Verse

Rengay



Old-Time Religion

clinging to faith
an outdoor nativity
in late winter rain

behind the steeple
a guns and ammo sign

guarding baby Jesus 
a metal chicken
with rusted wings

cracked pew
giving up
on the rapture 

two surnames 
in the whole cemetery

wrapped in kudzu
the old rugged cross
leans right

Terri L. French, USA
& Peggy Hale Bilbro, USA



Replacements

dental chair
the drill designer loves
Marathon Man

the faultless grip
of custom pliers

empty sockets . . .
robots perform
eye puff tests

deep learning
all the crevasses
mapped

a chin tuck turns into
rhinoplasty

facial recognition—
everything fades
to white

Richard L. Matta, USA 
& Lorraine A Padden, USA



Travel Insurance

the process
of getting a visa
morning haze

her maiden name
considered an alias

no space on
the multiple choice form
to explain why

still unclear . . .
removing her glasses
for her photo

her different colored eyes
could be a problem

misreading the signs
maybe I am
a robot

Angela Terry, USA
& Julie Schwerin, USA



Tan-Renga



sinking sun
casting dry shadows
across hunger stones

breeze lifts topsoil

single-sheet broadsides


petro c. k., USA
& Jerome Berglund, USA



majestic mood
yours becoming
ours     

whilst the booze

lasts


Jerome Berglund, USA
& Christina Chin, Malaysia



bath time
a paper sailboat crumples
in the tub

mom folds another

piece of junk mail


Christina Chin, Malaysia
& M. R. Defibaugh, USA



long night . . .
her screams restrained 
to the icu bed

the fall and rise

of Hannibal’s tongue


Amoolya Kamalnath, India
& Robert Kingston, UK



autumn noon—
a pelican’s beak full
of the backwaters

among parietal figures

at the Cosquer cave


Amoolya Kamalnath, India
& Robert Kingston, UK



Sequences



Ever Before

between fairy tales—
telling Grandma
what a voice she has

father’s words
the scrape of a butter knife
across burnt toast

old tree house
handing down his dream
to be a pilot

unlocked diary
his i’s all dotted 
with open hearts

Tonka truck
digging out 
her inner child

just past midnight
Cinderella and
her bunions

Edward Cody Huddleston, USA
& Terri L. French, US



late day blues  

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w a i t i n g  r o o m 

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g l o b a l  w a r m i n g  

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f a i t h   m a t t e r s 

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u c k e t  l i s t 

LeRoy Gorman, Canada 



Middle Ages

a new lease on life vasectomy

draining the swamp my indiscretions

Sex Pistols the needle worn through

tempted a well-placed squeeze

half my age this fine vintage

last button opening the lily

Bryan Rickert, USA
& Peter Jastermsky, USA



Reality Show

Instagram insists 
leggings are pants
the Anthropocene arrives

exploitation
is the new black
Anthropocene constellations

Anthropocene moon
fussing over daycare for her 
goldendoodle

scheduling surgery
for his deviated septum
Anthropocene snow 

Anthropocene spring
a Bud Lite six-pack ring fascinates 
the hawksbill hatchling

finding another doctor
to misdiagnose her hypochondria
the Anthropocene deepens

marketing consultants
discuss different shapes of plastic
Anthropocene blossoms

you can’t burn
books that don’t exist
Anthropocene autumn

Anthropocene trillionaire
little hands get the most 
lithium ore

selling used haute couture
as a side hustle
Anthropocene economics

Icarus just shrugs
and lights a scented candle
Anthropocene sun 

Joshua St. Claire, USA




Split Sequences



From My Navel to the Cosmos

in my mind’s eye

lotus flower

base jumping

into the ether


the cliff-notes version

a constant

act of returning

prayer beads


of reality

grounding

the mountain

inside myself

Shloka Shankar, India
& rs, Middletown, Delaware, USA



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Issue 37 – Sequences

Sequences

the almost vacation

whispering a come on sleep app

pillow talk exchanging last words

weighted blanket a late winter snow

escape room extending our stay

daydreaming the caress of a narrative

blue hour a tug of sweet light

Lorraine A Padden, USA & Peter Jastermsky, USA

tying Iona

a hand’s width too slow
his empty sandals
waiting for the splash

raindrops
on magnolia
she says he’s gone

tears on the doorstep
another mother
wrings her hands

weeping birch
some truths
are better hidden

knots
in her school shoes
trying to untangle this

storm rages
in my hip flask pocket
Gandhi’s autobiography

Iona––
tying our lives
to a driftwood prayer tree

Tim Roberts, New Zealand


Split Sequences

Fairground Games

July heat

melting

as he takes the reins

at the horse pull

the cotton candy

tilt-a-whirl

centrifugal force

draws her near

on my tongue

eyeing the next car

the roller coaster

starts with a jolt

Bryan Rickert, USA & Kat Lehmann, USA

Where the Flowers go

discipline

licked into shape

the sergeant’s barked command:

as you were

the only way

after

the passing-out parade

passing out

to make men of them

surviving

first contact with the enemy

wedding plans

Keith Evetts, United Kingdom

New World Martini

stirred and shaken

special order . . .

add two or four olives

to Mr. Putin’s drink

preparing my head

guided meditation

upon the sunroof

plinks and plinks

for world news

one more day

the planet revolves

around a tyrant

Richard L. Matta, USA

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Issue 35 – Rengay & Split Sequence



Rengay

Deep Storage

in an old cigar box
three generations
of buttons

keys just in case

of a lock

one year gone
adding his tools
to my box

found letter

the steamy rumor

that no longer matters

the hand-me-down
cat’s eye marble

wrapped around

an aperitif glass

the war is over

Bryan Rickert, USA & Kat Lehmann, USA

Back to Normal

traffic congestion
finding no space
to reflect

crossroad winds

never coming back

display window
all the mannequins
with masks

city drifter

the close of a song

from an upstairs window

sidewalk flowers
tracing the past

intersection

between then and now

dust and ash

Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan & John Hawkhead, United Kingdom

All Fingers and Thumbs

second date
her lipstick
stuck in the tube

borrowing a dress

that almost fits

bitten down nails . . .
the pantyhose
scagged

strappy heels––

three steps

before her ankle twists

a wet patch
where the roll-on missed

his text . . .

staying in

mustard-stained sweats

Lew Watts, USA & Tanya McDonald, USA


Split Sequence

How the Wind Moves

escalation

whistling kettle

no way left to hide

the truth

on the fire escape

knock on the door

our neighbor says she hears
every word

loud coos of pigeons

unclipped wings

the freedom to be
myself

GRIX, USA & Christine L. Villa, USA

High Desert Blues

homestead hardware

hollow core

a door hangs on

by its good hinge

the last bounce

desert trampoline

a truck tire

gives only so much

of rusted bedsprings

hipster makeover

curating lost dreams

as their own

Peter Jastermsky, USA

To Be or Not to Be

suicide hotline

we tell each other

one more lie

bruised moon

the same platitudes

I don’t know why

I keep trying

shallow sunrise

as yesterday

dying light

will anyone catch

the falling kite

Susan Burch, USA & Vandana Parashar, India

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