re/viewing
flowers and feathers
Imma Lopez
Marriage
Jennifer Hole
Daniel said to close my eyes
I can’t remember what next, I was nervous
nervous to leave the predictable world
nervous that I’ll go somewhere that I can’t return from
and then he spoke in a calm voice
feeling myself sitting, feeling my legs, my feet
still my breath felt shallow,
What Is the Story of Your Yoni?
Charlotte Cronquist
Venkatapti Kamala
Jayashree Krishnan
Dialogue In Green
JT Bullitt
Dam It
Marijke van Veldhoven
A Country Called Cancer
Gail Boenning
Intercessor-Alchemist To-do List
Àjíké Kendrick Aşegún
Hold space for another
Stand in the gap on holy ground
Be a burning bush
Sift contrast to capture blessings
too small to be perceived
by the naked third eye
Use the heat of life
to concentrate miracles
Fresh tears to neutralize
that which cannot be
borne or managed
Good Morning Venice
Scott Gilbertson
Halfway
Grady James
Window into the past
Small, above me, pulling myself up, more knothole
in wooden fence, eye pressed hard against, straining
to see you, as you were
Back then
Standing alongside her, leaned in, radiating happy
Thru the palm sized grainy film you’ve left
She:mink stole, skirt, heels, one hand on purse
Arms around each other’s waist
Outside in an open lot Was the house built? To be?
Easier to pull and peer at that picture
than find the window into your heart
Obscured, foggy, secreted, off to the side
Would your friends have known, shared in
What you were holding inside at that moment
Was it the mink, newly constructed home, her, children, a future brimming?
That had you so full of smile and hug, that leaning
What could you, would you, like to say
In your fresh suit and dark black hair at 35 and counting
Just half way
To your end
Owls and Ibises
Steve Emery
Cape Buffalo and Ox Pecker
Kathy Karn
June Listic
Beverly Delidow
- Sunday wandered like a story about walking
- I wandered for some of it
- My thoughts wandered for a lot of it
- My thoughts are butterflies
- They wander more than they light
- Never sitting long enough for me to catch the real shape
- Dinner walked all through the day
- Long slow cook
- Low oven, high expectations
- If the dogs are to be believed
- They’ve been sniffing the air all day
- A simple slaw will decorate the side
- Once tacos appear
- Which may still be a while
- The oven is a tortoise
- Hunger is a hare
- I eat rather much of the slaw while making it
- Is it unnatural to like cabbage this much?
- A vegetable so humble, durable, and versatile
- Surely a crown of cabbage would be an honor…
- Perhaps not a jubilee at platinum level
- But at least a solid butter and eggs
- And none in the kingdom can eat platinum
Stellar Sea Lion Debate
Anya Toomre
Conversations Make For A Great Playground
Helena Roth
I Am Song
Amanda Judd