Welcome to the Scars Publications 2008 Poetry Wall Calendar which is also availablein the CURRENT calendar year, which is now available for only $1999 After receiving submissions throughout November 2007, Scars has released the 2008 Poetry Wall Calendar. This calendar was originally designed for one poems to appear with every month, but we received so many good pieces that we placed a few poems in a few months. The images chosen for this poetry wall calendar were also from a varierty of places and circumstances... The cover image is from ruins in Pompeii; the January images is of Sequoia, a grey cat, sitting in a plater pot/vase; the February image is of the top of a building in Helsinki, Finland; the March image is of statues in Beijing, China; the April image is of the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin; the May image is of ducks on a pond in Nashville, Tennessee; the June image is of Ariane in Chicago, Illinois; the July image is of many flags in Kankakee, Illinois; the August image is of birds in flight at Naples Beach in Florida; the September image is of the remnants of a barn in Bedfrd, Pennsylvania; the October image was photographed in Copenhagen, Denmark; the November image is of a relief at the side of a building in Shanghai, China, and the December image is of a field of nutcrackers. So enjoy the writings next year, and enjoy seeing sights from around the world in the Scars Publications 2008 Poetry Wall Calendar!

	January in the pawprint on the sink my shadow poem by Martha Vertreace-Doody
	February Searching Boyd Lemon I searched in the halls of the University.... I searched in the thrills of competition and victory.... I searched between the legs of a woman.... I searched under the roof of a palatial residence.... I searched in the power of a sports car.... I searched in the aura of prestige.... I searched in the great cities of the world.... I searched in the churches and temples.... I searched among the philosophers and historians.... I am finding myself through the heart and soul of a young artist.
	March poem #1: Cast In Stone I’ve searched a millenia for you and my love for you will survive through the ages And if they cast us in stone it will only cement my love for you for all to see and admire because even if the elements chip away our outer façades the marble will smooth in time and my soul will still flourish being frozen by your side. poem #2: friend Love Grace Curtis he perfectly content my best want perfectly asleep i’m thinking i can’t remember the rest of my life this way (wandering words from I Want Love 11/18/07)
	April poem #1: Station Eric Bonholtzer A station in the sky sits waiting Teeming with joy and life where the railways and roads of existence Intersect among the stars on an ethereal plane A reward after an ephemeral span of temporal musings and lessons learned. Experience gained and a celebration feast A long release bodies worn well Sadness departs weeping away Wisps on the breeze as we transcend Answering the call home As things become clear poem #2: The Gate Mel Waldman I am lost and I wander through the Waste Land. In the distance, I see The Gate. Perhaps, it is my exit from this dark labyrinth which encircles me like a noose. As I approach The Gate, I have 2 visions. I imagine 2 inscriptions over the majestic structure. The first one is familiar, stolen from the dark Gate of Hell. “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.” The second one says: “Welcome to Paradise!” Weary, hungry, and thirsty, I approach the looming structure of grandeur. Will I pass through The Gate alone? I rush slowly...!
	May poem #1: Untitled Ruth Nott Sometimes daydreams take me out upon the waves but reality rows me back. poem #2: Winter Dreams and Their Shadows Stanley M Noah I looked out my window and saw all the naked trees and snow making autumn invisible again. The pond appeared as a champagne slush. I'm thinking of a hot toddy. People are seen walking with their half frozen shadows. But they’re still resilient enough to bounce back into step and follow like a puppy follows. I’ll take a nap with today’s newspaper over my face. And dream of waking under pages of sepia memories.
	June Breath Michael H. Brownstein If the tree between buildings breathed Animosity among its leaves. If skin color were different kinds of air. If photosynthesis contracted itself Through song. Why does the mudslide cover That river and not the one nearby? How does a fish breathe on land And a human underwater? In the exchange of gases, what is a tree?
	July Freedom (a quoem) A.J. Chilson Freedom is a joy that all people, I think, deserve. A “quoem” is a quotational piece broken up in poetic lines.
	August 19th Floor Carol Hogan Wings spread wide, I’ll soar Above the fray Above all worry, woes and toil An aerie in the sky for me To spend sweet moments in reverie Above . . . Above . . . Above . . . Seems half-way to heaven This nest of concrete and steel
	September poem #1 Holding On Cheryl Lynn Moyer Mechanical world, pass me by. Wood floors care not for expedience. Making hay times await warm hooves familiar hands and endless days. poem #2 The Old Red Barn Mel Waldman I’ve been traveling for days, searching for the familiar landscape- the little house nestled in the wilderness & the old red barn in the back-a hundred yards south of the quaint dwelling I used to call home. Now, I see the old red barn in the distance. I am drawn to it- compelled to go there & not to the little house where I was born. You see, I belong in the old red barn. It’s where I was murdered so long ago.
	October Sky Net Carey Link Sway rising buds through, between, high-low-- labyrinth on the breath of yellow breeze-- a zenith of fingers connecting galaxies.
	November On the Passing of Our Fathers Rose E. Grier 3 years, 5 years cannot slide by. 10 years resounding with the saddest scream of loss, grief, no relief from the echos that bounce between my heart and soul.
	December Skeletons in my closet Tanisha Alexander Lately the door has been opened I have skeletons in my closet Every once in a while they decide to make an appearance Waking me in my silence Chasing me in my dreams Torturing me with real life insecurities Child Molestation, Date Rape and Violence Is what I relive when they visit me I have skeletons in my closet Can any one help me?