by Bernard Pearson In the cradle Of our last night, When all things hang In the balance of time Will we see, really see? The world that dies with us, or the one that has waited So patiently, for our return. * * * BERNARD PEARSON: His work appears in over one hundred and thirty publications worldwide, including; Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, and Crossways. In 2017 a selection of his poetry, In Free Fall, was published by Leaf by Leaf Press.
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another birthday, the open road still calls but not as loud * my good friend Bill drinks wine from a coffee mug, that says it all by Charles Rossiter # # # spirits of the dead return for one day i set my chinaware * mismatched in height & weight we both take 3 sugars in our coffee by Kyle Hemmings About The Poets: Charles Rossiter has served as associate editor of Modern Haiku under Bob Spiess. With Jeff Winke he co-edited the Third Coast Haiku Anthology, one of the earliest U.S. haiku anthologies. He lives and writes in Bennington, VT. Kyle Hemmings has work published in Is/let, Bones, 2021 Best Flash Fictions, and elsewhere. He likes 50s sci-movies and 60s garage bands. His favorite groups of all time are love and Spirit. He loves his bicycle that he names Alice. by Scott Ortolano I remember the first time we slept together, slumbering in a room covered with poetry and song. We held one another desperately in a world that refused to stand still. * * * Scott Ortolano is an English Professor at Florida SouthWestern State College. You can usually find him reading, running, hiking, or frantically grading. More of his work is available at www.SOrtolano.com by David Thompson No news for several days: I went to the florist anyway. An armful of flowers means love in any language: new buds, odours, colours, fresh beauty shared. But if today was different? Outside the shop, sun hit the blooms. As I paused, a butterfly slipped through a gap in time, danced a last poem, and settled softly on a white cyclamen to tell me I was too late. When I got home, a message said you'd left my world that morning. * * * David Thompson was a translator, interpreter, editor and publisher with the UN and WHO in New York, Bangkok and Geneva. He has since published two poetry collections: Days of Dark and Light (2021) and Where The Love Is (2023). by Morgan Chalfant It hurts to see you still have no ability. You can’t make decisions for yourself. Individuality was torn out of reach, hidden on someone else’s shelf. You’re a doll, a marionette on strings, a mannequin posed in place. If you had the choice of what to look like, you’d let someone else choose your face. What do you call your personality, when the ‘person’ you are isn’t you? If I asked you what to bury you in, you’d answer, “He told me I want blue.” * * * Morgan Chalfant is a novelist, poet, and an instructor of writing at Fort Hays State University. He is a native of Hill City, Kansas. He received his bachelor's degree in writing and his master's degree in literature from Fort Hays State University. He is the author of the horror/thriller novella, Focused Insanity, and the urban fantasy novel, Ghosts of Glory. by Lynn White Do you scream in tune in muted monochromes flat and featureless, or are your screams discordant stark black and white. No grey. No doubt. A kaleidoscope of keys and tones of terrifying sounds which scream out to me. * * * Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Blogspot: Lynn White Poetry Facebook: Lynn White Poetry by Bonnie Demerjian His glinty eye, alert for the shiny, avid for the curious. He’s a connoisseur of beauty and feels no guilt. I too am a collector— subjects for poems, bright objects of delight brought home to my nest, my desk to sort and muse upon. * * * Bonnie Demerjian writes from her home in the Tongass National Forest, a place that continually nourishes her writing. Her poetry has appeared in Tidal Echoes, Alaska Women Speak, Blue Heron Review and October Hill Magazine, among others. by Morgan Chalfant Everyone has baggage Mine’s a backpack Nothing snooty Two straps and heavy Nothing fancy Filled with the norm: A disappointed old man Lost keys to the past Friends I wish still were And a little secret pocket of aspirations * * * Morgan Chalfant is a novelist, poet, and an instructor of writing at Fort Hays State University. He is a native of Hill City, Kansas. He received his bachelor's degree in writing and his master's degree in literature from Fort Hays State University. He is the author of the horror/thriller novella, Focused Insanity, and the urban fantasy novel, Ghosts of Glory. by Corey Mesler On this day when I need to unlock something beautiful the sky roars like the final horn and here I am alone again with only these careless keys. * * * COREY MESLER has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including Poetry, Gargoyle, Lunch Ticket, Five Points, New Stories from the South. He has published over 45 books. With his wife he owns Burke’s Book Store (est. 1875) in Memphis. by Linda M. Crate when best friends transition to ghosts, this aching heart feels as if it will ache forever; i wish i could let her go but she was my childhood— i still see the auburn and gold of her hair in the summer sun when i look at the childhood in my past, how am i supposed to simply forget her as she has me? i hate living ghosts, at least you know where to visit the dead. * * * Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose works you can find at her social media links: by Joshene Bersales She finds an old dress in her closet by accident. Black cheap cotton a hole in one pocket (she was proud of those pockets) and two missing buttons. “It’s all wrinkled up like me,” she says with a laugh. He steps into her space. "Still beautiful— that dress and you." She doesn’t feel beautiful most days. But in that moment with that wrinkled ol’ dress in her arms and she in his she feels the fairest of them all. * * * Joshene Bersales is a writer, editor, and translator from the Philippines. She self-published her first digital short story collection, Box the Stars and other stories, in 2021. Connect with her via https://linktr.ee/joshenebersales. by Daniel Rogers autumn wind the busker's guitar out of tune sunset the fruit bowl full of oranges starry night flicking through an old diary * * * Born and raised in Lancashire, England, Daniel moved to Poland in 2015, where he now teaches English as a foreign language. When not divulging the finer points of English grammar, he likes to write. by Philippa Ramsden As autumn settles, poppies continue to appear and bloom, albeit under a veil of raindrops. * * * Following a career in international development, Philippa Ramsden returned to Scotland somewhat adrift and has now settled in East Lothian. Her writing draws from life and work in Nepal, Mongolia, India, Sri Lanka, Myanmar and Rwanda and her Scottish surroundings. by Linda M. Crate let me change like autumn, transform into my prettiest colors; let everything dead fade away into the sky; bathe me in a golden sunset that could heal every broken thing in my soul. * * * Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose works you can find at her social media links: by Lisa Lahey We don’t act like them, the xenophobes and kinemortophobes, each of us with a peculiar look and a lamentable odour. We’d love to run among the blue green grass on frozen glass mountains, with the cannibals and their turquoise camels. There is the one who sheds her skin every birthday so she can grow while the skin melts into the ground. There is another whose eyes are moonlit lasers that x-ray every bone and dream in a demon’s head. You fear us all, that’s why we stay hidden. It isn’t fair, shetani, but what is? * * * Lisa Lahey's short stories and poetry have been published in 34th Parallel Magazine, Five on the Fifth, Bindweed Anthology, Spadina Literary Review, Vita Poetica, Ariel Chart Review, VerbalArt Journal, and Altered Reality. |
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