John Korn Pittsburgh, PA

Grey Dog Death
deep water children
With raw eyeless sockets
Drag a dead dog off the hard street
And into the grass
Its fur is grey
and they run their little fingers through it
They don’t think too much
It’s intuition
A feeling
The dogs name was Kindred
They don’t bury it
They plant ivy around it’s body
And over the course of summer
 long green tendrils crawl
over the body
Until it is like a mummy wrapped in leaves
The ivy slowly pulls the carcass into the earth
By winter the ivy is dead
And the tips of the dog’s ribs
Poke out of the earth
Like fangs

John Korn in a Pittsburgh poet, and the author of Television Farm, which includes the poem  “14 Young Women”  —a poem nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
Bree is a poet and artist in Pleasureville, KY. Her latest collection Look Up and Up is available at Least Bittern Books. She has been drawing poets with birds.

Al Simmons Alameda, Ca

Water-Colored Swamp Meet

Nature poems are in
Like landscape artists
Realized without the human
Element capturing
Magic proves illusive
The sun sets without a sound
Not like dawn
Without you to impress
Magic is just nature

Before the song

Al Simmons is a poet in the nature reserve known as Alameda, CA. He bartended and poeted in Chicago, and was poet-in-residence for the city’s Council On Fine Arts. To drop a name, he was a student of Ed Dorn. His name was dropped, in Gunslinger. He developed poetry fights but now prefers to watch birds and inspect flowers with a powerful zoom.


“id like to have put him with a tufted titmouse, since he cant stand the name, but went with a red-winged blackbird, since the first time i saw one fly was with Al in Berkeley, 2008.”  —Bree

William Taylor Jr. San Francisco, CA

Some Things

There’s not much
that ever comes
to anything

and you understand this
more than me.

I accept it in the abstract,
but not so much in the heart
or the gut or wherever it is
that really matters.

The music fades,
the stage is pulled down
and the circus moves along.

There’s just this space now
where some things
used to be.

I guess there’s not much else
to say about it,

and I’m the only one
who’ll bother
to remember.

William Taylor Jr. is a poet and artist from San Francisco. He is like a spider all over the web, and is the author of numerous books, including Words For Songs Never Written: New and Collected Poems (Centennial Press 2007), and The Hunger Season (Sunnyoutside in 2009).

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William Taylor Jr. with Starling (Poets with Birds Series 2015) by Bree

Daniel Thompson Cleveland, OH 1935-2004

Tears of Jesus

After the mayoral
Sweep of the homeless
From the streets into jail
Jesus wept.
The mayor then ordered
The tears to be swept away, too
The tears of Jesus are bad for business
During the Christmas rush
I mean, come on, said the mayor to Jesus
Don’t be such a big baby

From 1992 – 2004 Daniel Thompson served as Poet Laureate of Cuyahoga County, OH. He created events such a Junkstock, an annual poetry and music party in a Cleveland junkyard, and hosted many poetry events and reads. Preferring live words to endeavoring to be published, he had just a few books, among them Famous in the Neighborhood (Bottom Dog) and The Rain Poet (Green Panda). Former presidential candidate Dennis Kucinich wrote upon the poet’s death,  “Through his words as a poet and his deeds as a tireless advocate for the homeless, the hungry, and people on the streets, Daniel Thompson set an example for his community.”

jesusbaby(portrait by Bree 2014)