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A sigh transforms
a breath into
a rainbow of meaning.
I occasionally
skip a beat
just
to watch you falter.
© 2012  J.J.W. Coyle
 Oct 2011 Janet Li
Emma Liang
he is
not the kind of guy you would imagine growing old with,
not because he wouldn't make a good father,
quite the contrary,
but because it's hard to wrap your mind around him
not
being
young

he smiles strangely sometimes, kind of an awkward perfect U shape, but it makes me laugh and sometimes I wonder if he does it on purpose
his freckles are like stars, and sometimes I wish I could trace them with a soft finger, just to see if Orion or the Little Dipper will appear in the folds of his cheeks when he laughs, or remain hidden in the creases in his eyes
and he'll say the strangest things, like he's got nothing to lose
he gets passionate about things I don't give a **** about
like calculus, permutations and ****, as if he could calculate Life

strap Life to a chair and torture out its confessions, brandishing a TI-Inspire
his eyes glow sometimes, and he doesn't believe in oxymorons or paradoxes
he counts cards at Blackjack, but he'll let me win because he knows how much of a sore loser I am, and he
gives the best hugs in the world

not because they're warm and make me feel like I'm flying
but because of how awkward and gangly his arms feel,
and how reluctant the embrace is, like he's holding something back
and its the promise and awkwardness and

realness

of the hug that
makes them so

great.
 Oct 2011 Janet Li
Kelly Zhang
the same way people
breathe in

the first air of summer.
 Oct 2011 Janet Li
Marsha Singh
If this poem is like our love
(and the sky as
clear)

then it will rise like a rocket
and stop short,
here.
 Oct 2011 Janet Li
ju
little poems
 Oct 2011 Janet Li
ju
intoxicating

Pour yourself into me,
until you are sweet
and I'm on fire.



tongue, tied, valentine

I am listening, it’s just...

(I got distracted)

...you have the
most
beautiful
wrists
I’ve
ever
seen.
x


restraint

I’m not interested
in cheap nylon confession.
I’d rather unravel
a good quality secret-
Make a beautiful bond
from its thread.


Hangman

I should warn him:
My soul leaks like a sieve.
Instead I listen silently
to words that steal
my breath.



You and I

You are
delicious
And I am
greedy.
You are
generous
And I am
needy.
You are
experienced
And I am
learning.
You are
flammable
And I am
burning.
 Oct 2011 Janet Li
John Mahoney
Uncharted beauty
dimmed night time sky line
chaos among the stars
It's Blue
      But so are you.
Not that sad Blue/
                                Reflecting from T.V.
But that happy Blue/
                                    That with you I see.

All my life I've dreamed of Pink.
Never written/
                          I don't dream in ink.
But it was happy/
                               I always said
I wanted to be Pink when I was dead.
People as colours. This, to the love of my life, before I really knew it.
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