Welcome to the Scars Publications 2011 Poetry Wall Calendar     Unlike past Scars Publications poetry wall calendars, this spiral-bound poetry wall calendar is not stapled for binding, and this design makes the calendar hang better when on the wall, or stay open better when placed on a desk or table. And some of the writers in the 2011 poetry wall calendar also have artwork in this calendar!     The cover image is of graffiti on Greenwich in New York city.     The January images is of Tracy, with a poem by Junie Moon.     The February image is of the metal Holocaust entranceway sculture entering the Dachau Concentration Camp (Dachau, Germany), with poetry by Tom Roby (and an additional poem by Janet Kuypers).     The month of March contains of a photo of and a poem by Arthur C. Ford, Jr.     The April image is of Claire, with a poem by David McLean.     The month of May has an artisic photo of, and a poem by Sid Yiddish.     The June image is of a Frigate bird in flight at Darwin Bay on Genvesa Island (in the Galapagos Islands, December 29 2007), with a poem by Kevin Michael Wehle.     The July image is of ominous clouds over the sky (with the Moon, during the day), with a poem by Michael H. Brownstein.     The outdoors August image — and the poem — are from Michael Lee Johnson.     The September image, and the poem, are of/by Oz Hardwick.     The October image is of a computer monitor with a plastic wrap filter on it showing a photo of Randall K. Rogers with assorted layered lightly visible filters (including plastic wrap like the monitor and smudge stick and underpainting), with a poem by Randall K. Rogers, and an additional small poem by Janet Kuypers.     The November image is of a lonely boat on the water late at night, with a poem by Rose E. Grier.     The December image, and the poem, are of/by Jill L. Ferguson.     So enjoy the writings next year, and enjoy seeing sights from around the world in the Scars Publications 2011 Poetry Wall Calendar!

	January my Affectionate Addiction Junie Moon It was those eyes                   blue almost effervescent Caribbean waters I could submerge my soul into those orbs A voice, feminine          rich smooth cappuccino with a melodious timbre absorbing me with kinetic energy She smiled            electric my heart knew when to beat Skin, alabaster, smooth the blush of youth touched her cheeks A euphoric scent of fine Tuscan lavender                             salved me on those weary days, when on her lap I lay looking into the face of my affectionate addiction
	February Untitled Ton Roby cream floats on coffee snow over Hiroshima nineteen-forty-five On Ashes Janet Kuypers Dachau’s gas chambers work every morning as snow settles on ashes
	March Racism Arthur C. Ford, Sr. Whether white as light Black or still another, Only painters have the right To be, biased toward color.
	April like a small girl David McLean in a subway tunnel, because it sounds like nothing here she throws night sideways over her shoulder and knows death is present again, but it’s inside her, the murderer, like it always is, a small girl running in a subway tunnel full of nothing, time to kill
	May Ohm Sid Yiddish As I spoke your name You told me you were contemplating silence, knowing the end was near Your life’s meaning so abundantly clear I followed you, just humming while watching you slowly slip away into thin air You never told me I’d be alright But, later that night, I became you
	June The Spot Returns Kevin Michael Wehle This reincarnation of Lady Macbeth Has tattooed wings on her back These wings are not crafty These wings are more like barren trees It’s the symbol of her bad girl status Which at first she tried to hide She want to turn civility into a fraternity house Shame the sweaty and different Aline yourself with bad boys and horn dogs Will your end be just as fitting?
	July Monotony Michael H. Brownstein Day by day only we can put out fire. Clouds hunger for companionship, a stain of precipitation. Times slows to a penny, a tone in the hand
	August Wind Chimes Michael Lee Johnson The wind chimes on the balcony today, different sounds in all different directions- my thoughts chase after them. Summer is Dying (Version 2) Michael Lee Johnson Outside summer is dying into fall, blue daddy petunias sprout ears- hear the beginning of night chills. In their yellow window box they cuddle up and fear death together. The balcony’s sliding door is poorly insulated, and a cold draft creeps in all the spare rooms.
	September The Secret Library Oz Hardwick Words hide behind a bland façade, carefully arranged in codes of whim and chance, secret ciphers for those in the know, as store fronts stand guard, distracting prying eyes before blending into the Saturday crowd, arousing no suspicion, and plain-clothes librarians smuggle lines through edgy customers, creep unseen up the back stairs to sink into leather armchairs, surrounded by books and silence. Out in the street, frustrated car horns blare, irate parents berate impatient children, and a homeless loner raises his head to a sound like turning pages, distant thunder, flowers falling hard from the cloudless sky.
	October screen of your personal Randall K. Rogers screen of your personal             (has you vague, in between             riddles, resource; shielded) what’s more complex than self the stirring world wonders itself spaced inside emptiness Here is Me Janet Kuypers i have a secret i have an awful secret and i can’t tell anyone you see, my life would fall apart if anyone knew everyone thinks i’m some one different but here is me
	November The Augury of Death as Portent Rose E. Grier We talk, a meditative mirage, our decades of dreams. We watch them disintegrate before our hearts. Like a slow sinking ship being vulnerably gulped. A resounding swig. Precious bubbles rising to the top. You go. Come back. I watch as helplessly as you. My love, I am drowning in pre-packaged sorrow. No words when, pithily, a look says it all.
	December The Two Halves of December Jill L. Ferguson Shop, shop, shop buy, buy, buy wrap, wrap, wrap over-schedule everything. Party, party, party gorge, gorge. Gain. Exhale, relax, nap because January = gym.