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 34 – Linked Forms

Hexarengay

Erratic Gravity

Kat Lehmann, USA & Bryan Rickert, USA

Once Upon a Time

Tanya McDonald, USA & Lew Watts, USA

Tan-Renga

John Hawkhead, United Kingdom & John Stevenson, USA

Rengay

Last Call

sawdust
on the floor of the saloon
cowboy spit

by the Women and Escorts sign
the glow of a cigarette

her accent over cocktails––
the shape
of her vowels

crowded pub
his touch
on the other woman’s arm

on a barstool living the life
of a country song

last call
the fading buzz
of neon

Alan S. Bridges, USA & Jacquie Pearce, Canada

Role Reversal

a barking dog—
the thunder fades
into the distance

eyes follow the rails
to a single point

the art teacher
trying to explain
perspective

role reversal
how long it takes
to see the other side

the new pronouns
after their name

the poet
giving words
where I had none

Angela Terry, USA & Julie Schwerin, USA

Cradle Song

pink moon
not one wrinkle
on mother’s face

tender ways of love
with tired eyes

cradle song
the kiss
on my birthmark

falling asleep
at the movie show
in her warm arms

treasure chest
a walk in her shoes

party time
mum would rock’n’roll
along with my music

Elisa Theriana, Indonesia & Ron C. Moss, Australia

Celibacy

after the breakup
the strength
of her sneeze

the unheralded joy
of a bowel movement

parboiled potatoes
this frenzied quest for
a seven-inch handle

the sliiide
of fingers down
the ziplock

riding her wave
with the spin cycle

three fingers then two
the intimacy
of a cigarette

Kelly Sauvage, USA & Robert Moyer, USA

Heads or Tails

nickels in my pocket
from our birth years . . .
first of autumn

warm coins
for a cold soda

winter drizzle––
no spare change
for the street performer

spring showers
pennies dropping from
the child’s fist

the ref calls
heads or tails

one long summer day
George Washington didn’t throw
a dollar that far

Michael Dylan Welch, USA & Gary Hotham, USA

Olvera Street

crying baby––
the Mariachi band
stops to tune

a mother hissing
“no tocar”

gaudy ukuleles
hanging with the chilies––
first drops of rain

hushed voices––
painted skulls
in the candle shop

the slap of tortillas
as we count our cash

Sepulvida’s window––
in the evening rush
a siren

Michael Dylan Welch, USA & Oleg Kagan, USA

Over the Wall

counting motorcycles
just to prove
I’m not a robot

behind the slow tractor
hells angels

desert highway
the rank and file
eatin’ dust

licking
its open eyes
gila monster

sarapes sold
at a road-side stand

cantina flies
the only wi-fi
since the border

Terri L. French, USA & Bryan Rickert, USA

Sequences

Purple Hearts

green grass––
a house bought on
the G.I. Bill

yellow tablets . . .
a little shrapnel
in his knee

blue veins––
there’s a hole in
Daddy’s arm

red balloons . . .
an overdose hovering
in the air

black suits––
a flag-draped casket
on a local heroes’ hill

Source: found sequence from singer-songwriter John Prine’s “Sam Stone”

Matthew Markworth, USA

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