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Waiting For Life

Waiting for Life
By Faith Fenner

Do you ever feel
that life it out
somewhere instead
of being
and now?
I go to class.
I study.
I have a job.
I hang out with friends.
something just
out of my
and I wonder
when I’ll catch up.

Faith Fenner is a high school junior in the northeast with writing dreams and goals.




By Chloe Crooikshank

Ripe rich luscious dark purple
Tart tough smooth skin
Protects succulent vibrant flesh.
A bite is sensual pleasure
That brings nutrition
Beauty substance health
A metaphor for perfect life.

Chloe Crooikshank is a college student. She is fascinated by texture and substance.


Rain Chant

Rain Chant
By Dawn Appleton

We learned the chant
As little girls
We sang and circled round.

We fear the chant
As grown-up girls
Watch Doppler and the ground.

What do we chant
For rain or shine
To as the gods to spare?

Dance round and round
Hide underground
Or flee in such despair?

We warmed the Globe
She fights us now
Is there too much to hope?

Or can we sway
Nature’s harm’s way
And throw ourselves a rope?

Dawn Appleton woke up to environmental issues late in life. She hopes it’s not too late.



By Brenda Braene

Seeds struggling
against the sod.
Breaking through,
into seedlings
striving towards light
and life.
Hear the earth moan,
hear the seeds groan.
You can almost feel the pain
Of Nature’s birth,
the struggle towards
new life,
new cycle.

Brenda Braene is a frequent contributor to Circadian Poems. Her much neglected blog is Poet Meets Muse, and she shares a website with her sisters, The Three Braenes.



By Kell E. Harper

Giggle, giggle
flip, flip
wiggle, wiggle
twitch, twitch.
Flirt but don’t
mean it.
when called out.
Act like an
Be treated
as one.
This is twenty-first
century feminine?

Kell E. Harper wishes she was old enough to have marched with Gloria Steinam and Betty Friedan.


In Honor of St. Patrick’s Day

Scotland Neglected

Colin Galbraith

Irish history plasters
the walls
and Celtic harps
provide the illusion
of limericks and lime.

Old men on stools
and young girls
with fools
celebrate Saint Paddy
instead of Saint Andy.

The Black Stuff flows
over four
leaf clovers,
and green and white flags
flap for Athenry.

It’s as close as they get
to their
Gaelic cousins,
Scotland neglected
for Irish eyes.

Colin Galbraith is the author of several books of poetry. Fringe Fantastic: The Poet’s Experience of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, was his first paperback release and met with critical acclaim in December 2005. Brick by Brick was published in April 2005 as an e-book, as was Silly Poems for Wee People Vol.1 in March 2006. His latest chapbook, Poolside Poetry, is now available. Colin lives in Edinburgh, Scotland, with his wife and daughter.

He has a website at


By Wren Fallon

(For Sharon Olds and Jackie Kay)

Poetry about

Succinct visions of
items and common
that feel extraordinary
as they course through
your veins

The thrill that tickles your gut
spreads up and down
tackling your heart
teasing your knees
catching in your throat
before it bursts forth
from the head, hands, and

A literary orgasm
as you recognize
a piece of yourself
in someone else’s

Wren Fallon has neither a website nor a blog, and that’s the way she likes it.

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