Ann Privateer


Seated, listening to music
We hold hands, palm to palm
Fingers intertwined

We become a conduit
Your energy flowing into mine
From this place, this spot

I wonder if you feel it too
But dare not ask or move
Or change this moment. 


Ann Privateer is a retired teacher who writes poetry, paints, and gardens. Her poems have appeared in Manzanita, 100 Poems of Sacramento, and Tiger Eyes to name a few.

Tracy Houser


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. 

Phil Huffy

Photog 101

Those photos made of receding snow,
back in the day,
with a balky SLR
and in the campus darkroom

were as black and white
as could be artfully expressed,
with crystalline textures
and grass revealed in murky tones,

then briefly exhibited
to the rest of the class,
graded a “B” and taken down
to become long discarded,

and since only the negatives survive,
those are held in attic window light,
revealing little of their promise
but enough for the artist to ponder briefly,

thereafter deciding they should stay
in their current archived location
as a fitting monument
to youthful exploration.



Phil Huffy had a long career doing something else.  Now, he writes all manner of short poems at his kitchen table in upstate New York, USA. His work has appeared in dozens of literary publications.

Edward Lee


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.

His blog/website can be found at

Ahmad Al-Khatat

The Invisible Spirit

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.

John Grey

Anne, The Traveler

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.

Javed Latoo

We are often lost

We are often lost,
in the thickness

of thin things,
in the weed

of our thoughts. We often
tread through life

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.”

Erren Geraud Kelly

Coffeehouse Poem # 336

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



“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


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.