C.X. Turner

spilled wine

the ways I learned

not to speak

C.X. Turner

pumpkin soup

the earthy sweetness

of a stray seed

C.X. Turner

C.X. Turner

low tide

      the sandcastles

we leave behind

C.X. Turner

waterfall

dipping a toe

into the unknown

C.X. Turner

Touchstone Award Nominations (January through April 2024)

Announcing the Touchstone Award nominations from CMJ:

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I move the dead rabbit

to safety

Tom Clausen

if peace

were a sound

snow angels

C.X. Turner

my inner bear

begins to hibernate

cold moon

Alfred Booth

a leafless tree

raises arms to the sky

praying for peace

Neena Singh

grunting

I try not to be an animal

but I am

Tony Williams

it could be winter or it could be worse

Robert Epstein

periodic table

the stars that flow

through us

Eugeniusz Zacharski

power outage

learning the shapes

of familiar things

Helen Ogden

his first recital

a round of applause

for all the pink

Barrie Levine

claiming the American dream an American gun

Susan Yavaniski

windstorm

reading a letter

not meant for me

Ruth Holzer

C.X. Turner

tiny pebble

warmed by the memories

of summer

C.X. Turner

morning sun

on a journey

of becoming

C.X. Turner

C.X. Turner

if peace

were a sound

snow angels

C.X. Turner

C.X. Turner

rainbow dawn

just when the horizon

looks bleak

C.X. Turner

Building Sandcastles: A Book of Short Poems

 

Newly released by C.X. Turner and James Welsh

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C.X. Turner

freezing rain—

reaching new depths

of melancholy

C.X. Turner

C.X. Turner

miles to go

before sleep . . .

insomnia

C.X.Turner

C.X. Turner

pixie cup lichen

the slow growth

of inner healing

C.X.Turner

*

dwindling sky lost in the blue shape of you

C.X.Turner

C.X. Turner

hollow tree—

I try to figure out the depth

of solitude

C.X.Turner

C.X. Turner

a lone leaf

awaiting the inevitable

fall
 

C.X. Turner

*

clinging to the rain

everything we can be

wild roses
 

C.X. Turner

C.X. Turner

however low

the sun persists…

rising daily

C.X.Turner

C.X. Turner

forest path

collecting poems

I find my way

C.X.Turner

C.X. Turner

night rain

wrapped in the warmth

of my dream

C.X. Turner

C.X. Turner

self-care…

I walk in meadows

of another time

C.X.Turner

C. X. Turner

the cry

of autumn –

forest floor

C.X.Turner

C.X. Turner

day moon –

I wait for you

to notice me

C.X. Turner