passenger jet
heading straight for the moon
passes

Rick Bearce (3)

a silent night
by the highway
where are the cars?

two hangers used to hang out
now
one hanger hangs alone

A.J. Burse (6)

on an open road
no limits
just the radio

straining my eyes
the star
disappears

long walk to class
the rain—
coming down harder now

we lay together
in peaceful darkness
the smell of her hair

John Wright (4)

surrounded by people
laughing, drinking, singing
alone in my thoughts

looking up from my book
I answer “fine”
to a yes or no question

Carrie Seymour (2)

one a.m.
last light turned off…
           …echo

cold as ice
freezer burn
putting more ice in my cup

morning hunger
on the floor . . . last night’s pizza
looking quite tasty

Rick Bearce (2)

fishnets ripped
one shoe missing
after the show

Carrie Seymour (4)

the table
set for two
but why?

we laugh
as we stumble home
my hand in his

Carol Colby (4)

reaching across the sheets—
only her scent
remaining

stepping off the plane
a city awaits
just me

misty morning—
bluejay pokes out
his head

typing away
my clicking falls
on deaf ears

early morning
i pass
the street sweep

the colors don’t match
Damn you
Rubik’s Cube!

John Wright (3)

sand in my eyes—
trying to rub it out,
so very tired

roommate studying—
channel nine news runs
in silence

in his arms, I sighed
the warmth
gone

between the poinsettias and the roses
is a bench . . .
my own little corner

his kiss
took away
the rain

on a bench made for two
I curl up
with a book

he screams at her
as she beats him
at MarioKart

Carrie Seymour (9)

tonight
time spent with a girl named beauty
I'm in heaven

Brent Taylor (2)

five years ago
he called me beautiful
in broad day light

Amy Van Rheeden (7)

injured pedestrian—
I look both ways
twice

silence rings
in the morning—
dorm to myself

3:00 am
tonight show rerun
still not that funny

zone out . . .
picking at my cuticles
another monday night

he sees the shooting
star
as I sneeze

Carrie Seymour (2)

haiku reading
tonight—
empty auditorium

J.P. Moyemont (4)

there i am
sitting with the
unthinking bronze man

Amy Van Rheeden (3)

meeting with old friends
we turn and stare
at the empty chair

the second swing
still
motionless