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I leave
winding river banks
spawned by a distant source
biding her time
till Spring tooth crudely
discloses the untamed fury
to those who venture close.
I leave
the world not yet anew
or set ablaze
for the one-time celebration.
Nicholas Abanavas received his M. Ed. in Teaching At-Risk Students in 2008. He recently
retired from a career in public education. He has written two books: Scissors, Cardboard &
Paint-The Art of At-Risk Teaching and Lemnos-An Artist and His Island. He was born and raised
in New York City and is an avid fan of jazz music. His work has recently appeared in The Basil
O'Flaherty and Lime Hawk magazines. His poems have appeared as Poet of the Week on
the Poetry Super Highway.
Untitled
Untitled
Silence
in the sky
a line of god,
white haired and blue gray,
-- I imagine--
in amethyst shades
of woven pattern,
pretending to be
the sun,
charmed spasms
from death:
worth praying.
How I flew
down flights
of stairs to
hear of your
existence; I
sang a chorus
to a face Ill
never know
The memory,
face my
dreams wake
me from, hazes.
If I squint
just so
I can make
out the
sun-kissed
silhouette
returning my
dead body.
Yellow man
--floating yellow--
I'd climb
Jacob's ladder
to know the
features of
your face.
Find me
once more
on the cliffs,
in the stairwell,
convulsing
toward what's
already dead.
Find me,
You came
when I was longing for you,
and to my heart suffering in passion's fire
you were
delicious ice.
--Sappho
Bitzy Coats is an artist living in Racine, Wisconsin. She works for the local Arts Council and
runs their gallery. After motherly responsibilities and wife support, she sometimes finds the time
to write.
A Welded Joint
Fading Daffodil
Barn Owl
Gareth lives in Wales. He is an aspiring writer who hopes one day to achieve something special
with the pen.
Why so morbid?
Its warm, hes feeling drowsy,
he detects a faint signal from a long-dormant source
bass player
leans like a
drunk around
a lamp post.
Jim was born in Dublin and has lived in Vancouver since 1979. His wife and two daughters
complain if they are not mentioned in bios, so he would like to thank all three of them for their
support.
He has published previously in Cyphers (Ireland), The sHop (Ireland), In-Flight Literary
Magazine, Oddball Magazine, the Galway Review, Anti Heroin Chic and others.
He also writes lyrics for The Mitchell Feeney Project (album Crossing Lines available on
iTunes and cdbaby)
He blogs at https://stopdraggingthepanda.com.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review,
Stillwater Review and Big Muddy Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Columbia
College Literary Review and Spoon River Poetry Review.
Iridescence dulling,
their corporeal chunks puddle
in pools of azure and gold
slooched by tyres of traffic,
sluiced into the storm drains
of the resilient city.
Neighbours
In Snoopyland
pilot Snoopy,
returned, jetlagged,
from his sortie.
Snow simplifies:
enfolds fences,
gloves the thin trees,
keeps us indoors;
keeps us contained.
I should have known
everything was
blank behind me
I should have known
I was standing
in the smudged frame
of yesterdays page.
O Rose
Peter Kennys poetry includes The Nightwork (Telltale Press 2014), and The Boy Who Fell
Upwards (2010 supported by the Guernsey Arts Commission). UK publications in Acumen, And
Other Poems, The Frogmore Papers, Other Poetry, Poetry London, Ink Sweat & Tears, Island
Review, Under the Radar and more. He also writes dark, postmodern comedies. His play A Glass
of Nothing will run at the Marlborough Theatre, Brighton in December, following a sell out run
during The Brighton Festival. A Glass of Nothing will be taken to Edinburgh in 2017. He lives in
Brighton, UK and blogs at peterkenny.co.uk.
Where do I belong?
Sofia Kioroglou is a poet, a wife, a missionary, a pilgrim, and a perennial traveler to the Holy
Land and Egypt. She likes to take her readers on an exhilarating tour of Jerusalems treasures
through her poetry and to write articles on the delectable local fare in Jericho, near the Mount of
Temptation, and her visits to Cana, where hundreds of couples renew their wedding vows. To
learn more about her, visit her blog at sofiakioroglou.wordpress.com.
Steve Klepetars work has appeared worldwide in such journals as Boston Literary Magazine,
Chiron, Deep Water, Expound, Phenomenal Literature, Red River Review, Snakeskin, Voices
Israel, Ygdrasil, and many others. Several of his poems have been nominated for Best of the Net
and the Pushcart Prize (including four in 2016). Recent collections include My Son Writes a
Report on the Warsaw Ghetto and The Li Bo Poems, both from Flutter Press. Two new
collections appeared in January 2017: A Landscape in Hell (Flutter Press), and Family
Reunion (Big Table Publishing).
Scott Laudati lives in Los Angeles. He is the author of Play The Devil (Kuboa Press). Visit him
on instagram @scottlaudati
Carolyn Martin is blissfully retired in Clackamas, Oregon, where she gardens, writes, and plays.
Her poems and book reviews have appeared in journals throughout the US and UK, and her
second collection, The Way a Woman Knows, was released in 2015
(www.thewayawomanknows).
Unfinished Michelangelo
Now we come to paint with light and fire.There is no violence on the walls, no pursuit or danger,
there are no landscapes, only waves of scraped and smoothed stone covered in intended
color,
there are no hunted animals there, only the ones that filled us with reverence, bestiaries of
awe and galleries of envy and appreciation,
bodies of strength and warmth depicted in their mating perfection, in the midst of their
multiplying,
put on the walls with scaffold and ladder, paint tubes of hollowed bone or stem, animal hair
brushes with the color still loaded, smokeless bone-marrow lamps, and bear kneecaps filled
like a bucket with pigment, dye, daubs and splatters of color,
crowds and acoustics in the cave from daylight entrance to dead black depths,
the flicker of fire and shadow giving them movement, these animals who meant more than
food and who were so important we carved and incised and drew and painted and put
them high up,
some early underworld or merely a different heaven in the dark,
the caves always so close to spring and river, so much of spring and pregnancy,
so much flowing and identification.
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Did the bears who tore at this wall to sharpen their claws,
did the bears who did this know of the bison
whose head would take shape from their scraping,
and do the bison we make in our heads
know how the bears help to make them,
the bear and the bison all bits of each other
and all of them in our minds,
until splashed on the wall with understanding?
Who put the impulse of making in my hands
and who keeps us all under such watch?
Who is it that knows before me
what I and the bear and the bison will do?
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Tim Millers most recent book is the long narrative poem, To the House of the Sun (S4N Books).
His other fiction and poetry have appeared widely. He writes about poetry, history and religion
at www.wordandsilence.com
Europa II (VIII)
Collaborating in memory
The emotions
Dusted down across time
Left on the back
Of a shelf
For who knows how long.
Half faded
Across the weight
Of nerves
Crippled across
Decades and decades
Bullied through
Similar fears
Composed in slight sketches
Hospital appointments
Medicine lists
Fastened together
In a imaginary
Steel cage
Collaborating in memory
Over the same story
Just decades earlier
With slightly
Different tablets.
Daniel Sokoloff is a poet from Philadelphia. Nearing the end of his chapbook, Dream of the Ash,
he has been published with It Must Be Heartbreaking, Anti Heroin Chic, and The Black Napkin,
as well as others. He can be found at his website, www.Lokepoet.weebly.com
Keri Withington is an educator and writer. Her work has previously appeared in numerous
journals and anthologies, including Vortex, The Miscreant, and Love Me, Love My Belly. She
enjoys backgammon, visiting obscure museums, camping in the Smokies, and building legos
with her kids.