Here it is! When you print it out be sure to go to settings, Advanced, and check the box that says use Black Ink Only! Otherwise it will look an unnatural color, since this was made for greyscale.

July 2009 issue (which was the June-July 2009 issue) will be in print soon as well, for now you may view or print from the file here. Roger E. Naylor helped copy edit it.… Continue

poetsespresso newsletter will now be:
--only 250 copies per issue
--black and white only
--published independently by Donald R. Anderson, no longer under the Writers' Guild wing.

Special thanks to Deena Heath for her making the July issue (late June-July issue) possible with her sponsorship.

It should go to print on Monday.

Sonnet III.


I have settled my account. The evi-
dence runs hot within my continuance,
which forms my excuse, a divine imper-
ative. The beauty and glory I left behind
now walks around, shining, perfect in ev-
ery way. Having extended my po-
sterity, I can now pass, only to leave
this world a richer place. The only question

is, am I now immortal? It’s hard to tell;
Iran and North Korea, Russia and China,
are just a few of many ticking time-
bombs capable of swiftly deciding

the longevi… Continue

Where have all the kisses gone?
I remember kisses like lightning
Sweeter then chocolate
More beautiful then sunsets

Kisses that tasted like spring
Opening my heart like a flower
Thirsty for the rain, hungry for the sun
Begging for the only divine sustance I knew

Where have all the kisses gone?
Did we leave them down at the beaches where we used to swim?
Have they been washed away by the tide
Ghosts left on cold forgotten beaches

Did we leave them at the dance hall?
Did the music drown them ou… Continue

Field of wild flowers
A secret garden hidden
Somewhere within the secret paths of your
Twisted dramatic heart

Laughter echos
Th God of mischief out to play
With my youthful dreams
My hopeless romantics heart

Beautiful flower girls and
Enchanting beast boys
Songs and hands intertwined
In the darkness drenched mysteries of a faerie tale

Moonlit walking
Down a path wet with dew
The sweat of our nightly dances
The reality of this unreality

Kissed by night creatures
Summer wine and spring berries… Continue