Restless The big feet of the tall thin men ground them as they walk. They are always walking leaning forward to gain an unreachable momentum. Restless spirits, encased in bronze, in stasis. Only their shadows and dreams escape. Derek Adams Derek Adams is a professional photographer, originally from London, he now lives in Suffolk. He has an MA in Creative and Life Writing from Goldsmiths and his poems have appeared in magazines and anthologies in the UK and abroad. He has a collection Everyday Objects, Chance Remarks (Littoral, 2005) and pamphlets Postcards to Olympus and unconcerned but not indifferent: the life of Man Ray. He is currently working on a collection of poems about the American photographer, model and WW2 correspondent Lee Miller.
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Mary, on Rock
Your body, wrapped around the rocks shaped into bird's foot, with its claws facing forward and guarded by water. Behind, the dark current that carries the ripples of your worries away. Your bent arms frame your face, yet you refuse to look back at the world around you. Your breasts seek the sky, your legs together but stretched out, with toes as if slipping into the stream. Mary, rip the strip of time and drift between the banks of before and after. Pavlina Gatikova Pavlina Gatikova lives in southeastern Massachusetts with her husband. She is originally from the Czech Republic where she completed her Masters Degree in English and French as Foreign Languages. She has taught English to adult immigrants. Since 2007, she has been working as an ESL teacher in the public schools. A Fist Curled, A Folded Wing
nautilus uterus cerebellum origami crooked smile tear drop neuron scorpion cochlea ear bud ocean Jennifer Bradpiece Jennifer Bradpiece was born and raised in the multifaceted muse, Los Angeles, where she still resides. She remains active in the Los Angeles writing and art scene, often collaborating with multi-media artists on projects. Her poetry has been published in various anthologies, journals, and online zines, including Redactions, Degenerate Literature, and The Common Ground Review. She has poetry forthcoming in Black Napkin, Nowhere Poetry, and NeosAlexandria: The Dark Ones Anthology among others. In 2016, her manuscript, Lullabies for End Times, was acknowledged as one the final ten favorites in the Paper Nautilus Debut Serious Chapbook Contest. Millennia Insecta I have known the eons-long longing of insects gone to stone, the empty wishes of disjointed plates no longer encasing throbbing thorax, fecund abdomen, the despondency of coxae that once cupped flexing femurs, the weariness of wings become limestone lithographs, the layered years hardened against weather: sturdy siltstone, kiln-baked mudstone that hold the compressed millennia of wisps of beings that whisked the air mere days, then died. And I have seen a day pass from horizon to horizon in the instant I looked up from stone to sky, the split second I became aware of buzzing and flapping around me, the flicking wings, the whirring flags of chitin and scales, the jumping, hopping, stalking, searching, pulsating life arisen from these very foundations of their world. Roy J. Beckemeyer Roy J. Beckemeyer is a retired engineer and scientific journal editor who lives in Wichita, Kansas. He currently studies the Paleozoic insect fossils of Alabama, Kansas, and Oklahoma, and writes poetry. His poems have appeared in half a dozen anthologies as well as in many print and on-line literary journals. His first book of poetry, Music I Once Could Dance To (Coal City Press, Lawrence, KS, 2014) was selected as a 2015 Kansas Notable Book. He won the Beecher’s Magazine poetry contest in 2014, and the Kansas Voices poetry award in 2016. He recently co-edited (with Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg) Kansas Time+Place: An Anthology of Heartland Poetry (Little Balkans Press, Pittsburg, KS, 2017). Eleanor, Chicago 1953
I love you, telephone pole brick streets, tracks and parked, fat cars. Oh, back in the day, my drab, sweet city. Behind her, concrete arches a roof and angles to ramp a road. At her feet, Neenah cast iron covers another manhole, while her face holds the centre and calls me to traffic in black and white. She fixes me with her stare. Matthew Murrey Matthew Murrey: "My poems have appeared in various journals such as Tar River Poetry, Poetry East, and Rattle. I received an NEA Fellowship in Poetry a number of years ago, and my first book manuscript is seeking a publisher. I am a high school librarian in Urbana, Illinois where I live with my partner. We have two sons who live in the Pacific Northwest. My website is https://matthewmurrey.weebly. com/" nocturna
the stars do keep their secrets, loving planets draped with rim of breath, huddling down toward stratosphere-- nurturing we are looking back through blue, that dimming lens, to see the filamentous cosmos arching ever sparks are we within, alive Samara Golabuk Samara is a Pushcart nominee whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in Eyedrum Periodically, Anti-Heroin Chic, Eunoia Review, Plum Tree Tavern and others. She has two children, works in marketing and design, and has returned to university to complete her BA in Poetry. More at www.samarawords.com. the angry boy the angry boy with one hand will cut you up if you're not careful or just because he feels like it and don't you look him square unless you want to fight or fuck the cogs and screws of pity just don't move things around here Samara Golabuk This poem was first published in Right Hand Pointing, and on the author's blog. Samara is a Pushcart nominee whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in Eyedrum Periodically, Anti-Heroin Chic, Eunoia Review, Plum Tree Tavern and others. She has two children, works in marketing and design, and has returned to university to complete her BA in Poetry. More at www.samarawords.com. No Cut-Throat Rose
This love is no rose throat cut bleeding sap from severed stem and every thorn peeled away. This love brooks no sentiment but dark humour collusion a symbiosis of intelligent lust to aid in decomposition. This love is not written on the moon reeking of rhymed verse and objectification. This love stifles every word that tries to speak itself into being no need to justify the intimate pulse, the hungry lips. This love is neither truth nor falsity, no illusory song for fools to dance to. I give you this love as a stranger might hand a dying man a drink of water at his place of execution. A matter of instinct. Kerry O’Connor Kerry O’Connor is the Creative Manager of a communal blog, imaginary garden with real toads, a group project which provides a forum for on-line poets. Her poetry is to be found on the Skylover blogsite, and several pieces have appeared in the online publications: Nice Cage, Verse Wrights and Visual Verse. During working hours, Kerry is to be found in a South African high school, teaching English as a first and second language. Bliss
Vishnu clasps a gold, multi-armed goddess who straddles his lap in a lusty embrace. Despite gilt garments, they kiss, erotically entangle, bound to the wheel of sensual bliss. Voyeuristic visitors glance, consult museum brochures, discreetly move on. Inspired lovers look and learn, seek a quiet corner, feel themselves blaze. Jennifer Lagier Jennifer Lagier has published thirteen books, taught with California Poets in the Schools, co-edits the Homestead Review, helps coordinate Monterey Bay Poetry Consortium readings. Newest books: Scene of the Crime (Evening Street Press), Harbingers (Blue Light Press), Camille Abroad (FutureCycle Press). Forthcoming publications: Like a B Movie and Camille Mobilizes, (FutureCycle Press, 2018). Website: jlagier.net The Girl in the Picture June 7, 1972 Gasoline and soap make napalm -- sticks like glue, burns alive. Collateral children scream, "Nóng quá, nóng quá!" The photo almost wasn't published -- atrocities of war sell papers. But nudity? A bare child screaming Nóng quá, nóng quá? Too hot, too hot! Sarah Russell Sarah Russell’s poetry and short fiction have been published in Kentucky Review, Red River Review, Misfit Magazine, Rusty Truck, The Ekphrastic Review, Psaltery and Lyre, and many other journals and anthologies. She was recently nominated for a 2017 Pushcart Prize. Sarah blogs at SarahRussellPoetry.net. |
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