My Sister’s Secrets

—musty smell

a ball of bloody underpants

under her bed

cigarette butts in a jam jar

a half empty bottle of gin

wrapped in an old wool sweater

two tins of spearmint Tic Tacs

the pearl earrings my mother

lost last week

a DO NOT READ UNDER PENALTY

OF DEATH diary

rows of Leslie Richards

followed by rows of Leslie Fisher

& rows of Leslie Pearson

in slanted pink script

a dog-eared copy of Peyton Place

untie the top of your bathing suit

a condom curled in her wallet

I tiptoe away from tomorrow—

 

Claire Scott

 

Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, New Ohio Review, Enizagam and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and Until I Couldn’t. She is the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.

No Waiting Room

The only way is through.

At the moment it seems impossible:

 

No thoroughfare.

I mean how do you trust yourself?

 

And your neurotransmitters?

 

And that’s just one of many

Things to worry about.

 

Why wake up in the morning?

 

There must be something that makes it worthwhile.

 

There must be something

To fix or shrink.

 

I’ve never seen one

That didn’t make me worse.

 

And there’s something to drink

On the top shelf.

 

“Not the cause, just the symptoms.”

 

You want to know about my mother?

I’ll tell you about my mother.

 

[Violence ensues,]

 

And watch out

For charged particles.

They can be very aggressive.

 

This page is intentionally left blank,

And the one behind it

Is unintelligible.

 

Ian Ganassi

 

Ian Ganassi’s work has appeared or will appear in numerous literary magazines, including, New American Writing; The American Journal of Poetry; First Literary Review-East; Clockwise Cat; and The Yale Review; among many others. His poetry collection Mean Numbers was published in 2016. His new collection, True for the Moment, is forthcoming from MadHat Press. Selections from an ongoing collaboration with a painter can be found at www.thecorpses.com.

 

 

 

 

Suzanne K Miller

January

 

Tumblers in the night,

cat’s teeth clicking, tongues lapping,

unlocking light’s safe.

 

Death arrives sans words.

Red blood falls as silently

through the night as snow.

 

Morning makes the bed,

lofts light sheets and comforters

over still soft night.

 

Six crows face sunrise;

no wind bends the cottonwood.

What will be revealed?

 

Adversity or

light aligns direction in

perch, view, quill, spine, down.

 

Rapids of starlings,

whirlpools of gulls, tides of crows,

shipwrecks of eagles.

 

Black fishbone branches

hold up cirrus sky flaked flesh

above dispersed light.

 

I think a possum

lives in the trunk of this tree—

tail trails mark the snow.

 

Black branch treetops shine

orange gold before blue clouds.

Ducks float in shadow.

 

 

February

 

Steeping draws out life

in tea leaves dry as mummies.

Tender nights wake frogs.

 

Four robins blush for

I walk beneath them staring

up into bare trees.

 

From rest the train rolls;

the railroad bridge, its drum; tracks,

grounded cymbals brushed.

 

February geese

slipper shuffle on dry grass.

The ruffled duck grooms.

 

Flies like an arrow—

Ardea herodias—

sure to strike its mark.

 

Twisting stream of crows

under a silver contrail

follows the river.

 

Dark-eyed Juncos flit.

The train stops and starts again

on the river span.

 

Squirrel leaps over

snaking mound pocket gopher

raised, soars with his thoughts.

 

Squirrels run like scarves

pulled through some windy crevice.

Then Child Man runs by.

 

Without my glasses,

and maybe with, the moon a

sore that will not heal.

 

 

March

 

Starlings weigh nothing,

touch the ground as ritual

ghost fingers obsessed.

 

Goose rises on legs

capable of carrying

its stillness away.

 

Across the river,

blushes of orange and green

suddenly famous.

 

Rhythm of the goose

eating, like waves. Feathers lift.

Back against the wind.

 

Given the same life,

could I steer more expertly,

having gone before?

 

Ornamental pear

blossoms weigh down city streets.

The egrets return.

 

A storm plows away

sexual moist, fermented, rank

fallen petal drifts.

 

The kingfisher dives

from the branch mainly submerged

midstream, then returns.

 

Found a cat whisker

in the vacuum yesterday.

Certain things stick out.

 

 

Suzanne K Miller

 

Suzanne K. Miller lives in a house built in 1900 and works online. She earned an MFA from Wichita State University. Her work has appeared in Festival Quarterly, First Things, The Mennonite, Mikrokosmos, Plainsongs, Porcupine, and Women of the Plains: Kansas Poetry. Storage Issues, her first book of poems, was published by Cascadia Publishing House in 2010.

Meg Freer

Red Dog

Red Dog

Turquoise Umbrella

Turquoise Umbrella

 

Meg Freer

 

Meg Freer grew up in Missoula, Montana, where her father passed on to her his love of photography. She keeps visual images in her head for a long time and her inspiration for both poetry and photography often comes from intriguing juxtapositions and angles in the natural world, as well as the human world. She lives in Kingston, Ontario where she teaches piano, writes poetry and enjoys the outdoors. Her photos and poems have been published in literary journals and have won awards both in North America and overseas.

Mark Hurtubise

Frog

Frog

Homeless

Homeless

 

Mark Hurtubise

 

Mark Hurtubise. During the 1970s, numerous works were accepted for publication. Then family, teaching, two college presidencies and for 12 years president of an Inland Northwest community foundation. Recapturing the euphoria from the authors/artists he experienced decades ago, he is attempting to create again by balancing on a twig like a pregnant bird. Within the past two years, his pieces have appeared in Apricity Magazine (Texas), Adelaide Literary Magazine (New York), Bones Journal (Denmark), Modern Haiku (Rhode Island), Ink In Thirds (Alabama), Atlas Poetica (Maryland), The SpokesmanReview (Washington), Frogpond Journal (New York), Stanford Social Innovation Review and Alliance (London).