If my shell splinters or crackles Spiderwebs into tiny minuscule pieces Any further My contents will emerge Splatter melt tumble aloft The rubble that’s left Memories of me scattered onto the floor
Tracy Houser has written poetry and short stories much of her life and has always dreamed of publishing. She is from Oklahoma and lives in the country with her two young daughters, two dogs (one very special three legged pug) and a crawfish named Cupcake.
Making love for the first time we lost the ability to speak, grunts and groans guiding us as we explored this new language of the body, bringing each other to the precipice of ourselves, before, sated, falling over, the wet ground rising eagerly to meet us.
Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll. His debut poetry collection “Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny Bridge” was published in 2010. He is currently working towards a second collection.
He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Lewis Milne, Orson Carroll, Blinded Architect, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.
The night is long, long as the stars are falling apart and so my tears are the rain on the child cheeks I thought that love would make us lucky, and happy until I realized that one of us must pretend that I’m dead Trust was the most beautiful word we have had in our talks sadly, it was replaced with a betrayal and dangerous faith The invisible spirit forgot to teach me how to die without weapon, nor a case of twelve beers, yet the night is still long
Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published two poetry books “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.
You’re always somewhere in New England, always in the White or Green Mountains or the grassy hills of the Berkshires always but just not here, so when do we meet up again – and what’s your preferred weather- snow? spring? crocuses firing or maples shedding red? please name your blossom and your scent, request a day, even an hour, my calendar really is a calendar – it makes room for all conditions — outside and in — even rain is not a problem, the gray gloom a mere curtain drawn around old lovers to mat the words, soften the echo, concentrate the meaning – heavy wind can blow, hot sun sweat, the comfort out of every flake of skin, or fog create deception and thunder and lightning blow all sham to pieces — you always have this business in that town, in that building or a church or a lake and I can’t be geography – I am here, resolutely, definitely ~ on the map, I’m a hundred thousandth of a dot – I can’t fathom how many dots it takes to mark your territory – so forget museums and cornfields and casinos and rowing on the Charles – I need your immediate attention -1 can be photographed, admired, educational, inspired, fun, historical and read up on – and I’m all in one place
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Midwest Quarterly, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in South Florida Poetry Journal, Hawaii Review and the Dunes Review.
like ants tread on an elephant: close to the skin, busy
in the wrinkles; but completely oblivious,
of the whole elephant, of the big picture.
Javed Latoo is a senior medical practitioner and a medical editor based in the UK. In his spare time, Dr Latoo writes poetry as a hobby. His poems have been published in literary journals and magazines ( both print and online) as well as in anthologies. His poetry collections include Gushing Fountain: A Collection of Poems by Javed Latoo ( 2019). Dr Latoo likes to use poetry to explore the philosophy of life, neuroscience and Kashmir. He likes to write in the language of common people, about their ordinary thoughts and their ordinary insights. He manages a UK literary journal “The Beautiful Space- A Journal of Mind, Art and Poetry.”
I see a woman from a Few days ago, entering The coffeehouse Her ebullience could melt All the snow on the ground Her red checkered flannel shirt Black jeans and winter boots Make her the poster girl for Lobster boat chic I tell her i,’m charmed By her loveliness She says, she smiles Cos it helps her stay Awake
“I am a Two-Time Pushcart nominated poet from Boston. I have been writing for 28 years and have over 300 publications in print and online in such publications as Hiram Poetry Review, Mudfish, Poetry Magazine(online), Ceremony, Cacti Fur, Bitterzoet, Cactus Heart, Similar Peaks, Gloom Cupboard, Poetry Salzburg and other publications. My most recent publication was in Black Heart Literary journal; I have also been published in anthologies such as “Fertile Ground,” and Beyond The Frontier.” My work can also be seen on Youtube under the ” Gallery Cabaret,” links.
“I am also the author of the book, ” Disturbing The Peace,” on Night Ballet Press.
“I received my B.A. in English-Creative Writing from Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge. I also love to read and I love to travel, having visited 45 states and Canada and Europe. The themes in my writings vary, but I have always had a soft spot for subjects and people who are not in the mainstream. But I never limit myself to anything, I always try to keep an open mind.”
Dylan Sonderman’s writing has featured in publications such as Angry Old Man, Luna Negra, The Burr, Crab Fat Literary Magazine, and AltOhio. He lives in Cleveland with his loving wife, Liz, and their dog, Gertie. The strange and fun sounds of his soul are available to listen through his music project, Metaself.
All that is beautiful, deer in the world and meadows, too. There was a bird who flew only once and then no more. Winds that sweep through the channel— the same winds that keep birds airborne— winds which form sandstone sculptures. I know of these winds which form sandstone, that keep birds airborne. The same winds through the channel— winds that sweep, and then no more. Who flew only once? There was a bird and meadows, too. Deer in the world— all that is beautiful.
Carol Louise is a Northern California poet published in many regional poetry journals including SACRAMENTO VOICES, and also in Ohio and Missouri poetry society anthologies, as well as PEEKING CAT issues and anthologies. She is a regular contributor to Medusa’s Kitchen. When not composing poetry she is busy doing Simulated Client Acting work for several local universities.