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Poetry by Linda Imbler, Alyssa Trivett and Ken Allan Dronsfield

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Linda Imbler is the author of the published poetry collection “Big Questions, Little Sleep.” She is a Kansas-based Pushcart Nominee. Her work has appeared in numerous national and international journals. Linda’s creative process and a current, complete listing of sites which have or will publish her work can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.

 

 

 

In Bare Feet

Your fondest wish,
to purge yourself of all earthly things,
to finally become untethered while in death,
you wished for no grave.

For to puncture Mother Earth
on your behalf,
seemed like such a travesty.

You asked them once
to do this one thing.
To see you into the ground
no longer bound.
No linen wraps to encase,
no heavy markers to keep you in place.

They heard you, smiled
and nodded their heads.
Their compromise, they felt,
would serve you well.
They buried you
In bare feet.

 

 

 

 

Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work has recently appeared at VerseWrights, In Between Hangovers, Taxicab Magazine, and at the Squawk Back.

 

 

 

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To the Nighthawk Entering, As I Was Exiting

You ruffle your coat feathers,
shake out your magician hands as the
automatic doors come to life.
Rise up with sewers spewing fumes
and choir church coughs combined as the intercom
belts out, in a quiet church-mouse tone,
“Would someone with the license plate….
step right up and claim your prize of saving
your car battery’s life!”
I step in the crosswalk and nearly slingshot
from death, to life.

 

 

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, Poet and fabulist from Hampton, New Hampshire, now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. Ken enjoys music, writing, walking in the woods at night during a full moon and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy. He has one poetry collection, “The Cellaring” and is currently working on two new collections for release in the New Year. He is the Co-Editor/Cover Artist for 2 poetry anthologies titled, “Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze” and “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses” and is working on a third. His work has appeared in Literary Orphans, The Blue Nib, The Burningword Journal, Beneath the Rainbow, Vita Brevis Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Black Poppy Review, The Blue Heron, EMBOSS Magazine and more. Ken is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee and twice nominated for Best of the Net, 2016-2017.

 

 

 

Sonnet 2 ~ The Deer Crossing

Sun slowly dipping in the western sky;
the winds are light and the pine boughs tossing.
From their warm, peaceful beds the meek and shy,
walk to the river; time for the crossing.
To the fields above, to graze for a meal;
prance through the meadow, always listening.
Hear the Blue Jay; alerting all with zeal.
Just twilight now, time to make the crossing.
Squirrels have disappeared, gone to their beds.
Barn Owls glide by upon whispering wings.
Night animals stir, sleepiness now shed.
Stand on the bank, hear the cicadas sing.
Enter the cool waters, off to be fed.
Browse til dawn, then return to the crossing.

 

 

 

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