Featured Artist, DM Frech

Montana Tree

Storm Approach

Sun and Sea

DM Frech

DM Frech holds a BFA and MFA in dance from the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University. She has worked at the Governor’s School of the Arts in Virginia and is an active member of several writing organizations, including The Muse Writers Center, Hampton Roads Writers, Poetry Society of Virginia, and The Writers Guild of Virginia. DM Frech writes poetry, children’s stories, fiction, nonfiction, and screenplays. Her photography was showcased on the Streetlight Magazine website in October 2022 and featured in the New Feather anthology in April 2023. She has won multiple nonfiction awards at The Hampton Roads Writers Conference. Both her poetry chapbooks Quiet Tree and Words From Walls, published in 2023 and 2022 by Finishing Line Press, featured her photography.

Featured Author, Ditta Baron Hoeber

Untitled (Coke was taller than most women)

 

Coke was taller than most women and moved in a way that somehow provoked anticipation     watching
her cross a room you wondered if this splendid thing would actually happen to you     same with her voice
with everything she’d say and I remember that her eyes were grey

and Jimmy     once Jimmy kissed me     I couldn’t have been more than fourteen when Jimmy kissed me
his mouth seemed to take me over and afterwards I ran away     but stayed kissed all afternoon

I saw Coke on the bus wearing a mink jacket one morning and big diamonds looking a handsome late
thirties on her second marriage twelve year old child and she says Jimmy’s got his masters degree and his
wife’s a nurse and Coke says that Mileage whose black moon face and joke on you laughter used to
frighten me     has passed away

 

Untitled (when things get bad enough)

 

when things get bad enough

I start wishing I would die.

 

actually, I had intended to say,

 

when things get bad enough

I start wishing other people would die

 

so I would be left

the pleasures of abandonment.

 

you mentioned the word suicide today

I caught it in my teeth and

 

carried it home to put in a poem.

I am not respectful enough its true

 

of me of you

but thank you for the word.

 

Untitled (I have a small book)

 

I have a small book with yellow covers and half translucent pages.     I thought of using it as a drawing
book but never did because I imagined the drawings would bleed through to each other in disturbing
ways.  but now I have the idea of making my first drawing on the last page of the book, so I can see it as I
draw on the page that comes before.     that way I can design that second drawing to relate to the first.
and so on.

 

Ditta Baron Hoeber

An artist and a poet, Ditta Baron Hoeber’s poems have been published in a number of magazines including Noon: journal of the short poem, Gargoyle, the American Journal of Poetry, Juxtaprose, Pank, Burningword Literary Journal, the American Poetry Review, and Contemporary American Voices. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and her first book, Without You, is forthcoming in March of 2024. Her photographs, drawings, and book works have been exhibited nationally and acquired by several collections in the US and the UK.

Jack Bordnick Studio

Facing It Together

Facing It Together

Jack Bordnick Studio

Bordnick’s interest is to create meaningful works of art that all people and cultures can enjoy. As a photographer and sculptor, he has been able to share his professional experiences in ways that benefit both business and community projects. With over twenty years of experience, he has successfully designed, fabricated, and installed a wide range of projects. He is an industrial design/sculpture graduate of Pratt Institute in New York, where he has had his own professional design business and has been a design director for numerous companies and local government projects. They included a major children’s museum for the city of New York and the Board of Education.

A Death of Logic

In another dimension, it is me & not Dostoevsky

who claims 2-plus-2 can equal 5.

 

I have pressed TV rewind enough times

to see how toothpaste can slide right back into the tube

 

after dissolving across teeth & draining into the sink.

The vomit gurgitates itself back into a glass of kegged beer.

 

I have seen blood pour itself back into the vein, from wine.

 

& who is to say that after her father laid himself to rest

under the commuter train that he didn’t lift his body

 

back into another world

 

where we are still twelve years old

at Fenway Park. At the seventh inning stretch,

 

he holds both a beer, & a camera

to capture our sweet Caroline smiles.

 

O, ode to the Jeremy Bearimy!

 

To be a dot in the I

& repeat that one life

 

forever and without time.

 

A place where nothing never happens.

 

I mean, if Leo himself can climb through a dream

inside a dream, then why not me?

 

There could be a galaxy in which I’m seen.

In which my body was never taken away from me.

 

A world in which I can spot love

3 trillion miles away.

 

I can hold it in my palms:

a crystal ball of intimacy.

 

A life in which your death is only a death in flesh.

& when your bones crumble to ash, they will

 

sprout with the grass,

germinate with the morning dew.

 

Yes, you will be reborn in a different world –

you will arrive again, as you.

 

Lis Beasley

Lis Beasley (she/her) is a licensed mental health counselor. She was previously published in the Worcester Review. A lifelong writer, her poetry often explores the intersection of family, mental health, substance abuse, and incarceration. She can be found on Instagram @lisbeaspoetry.

Time Travel Sublet

By the time I realized why this sublet was so cheap, it was too late—I was being tortured by the Inquisition. In case you were wondering, it was nothing like the Monty Python skit. How awesome would that have been? Well, it doesn’t help that I started giggling when they told me to, “Confess the heinous sin of heresy.” Oh God, hah! Oh, hah, huh. Hmm, sorry, can’t help it, makes me snort every time I remember that bit. But yes, my burns are still healing. Dear God, who knew screaming into a small transponder would cause so much hullabaloo. I forget how touchy the early Spanish empire could be.

I mean, I grew up Catholic, for Christ’s sake, but I never had to learn Latin, thank you, Vatican II. So when they asked me to prove my religion by reciting a few prayers, I busted out what I thought as “Profession of Faith,” but these guys thought I was spouting heresy because I was speaking modern Spanish. I did forget my Babelfish, which may have saved my ass. Wait – is it even programmed for medieval Latin? Well, lessons have been learned, that is all I have to say.

And here they are:

(1.)       Double-check that your sublet to Andalusia’s Golden Era is for BEFORE 1478.

(2.)       Remember to look at the profile of the person you are subletting from to make sure they aren’t a bored, rich sadist who wants to watch you suffer a bit AND pay for the “pleasure” of it.

(3.)       Always, and I mean always, remember your Babelfish. Modern languages are always a tip-off and can mess with history. Ah shit, did I just change history? Has my guest rating gone down? Thank God for the fixed term on the sublet and automatic return to our time period. Not sure how the empty shackles will be explained to the Inquisitors. Hold on, I am quickly checking Spanish history on the network to see if anything has changed dramatically. Hold please. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!

Which leads me to

(4.)       Always do a thorough research of the current understanding of the history of your destination and write that shit down or copy it somewhere where it cannot be altered in order to do a thorough comparison afterward.

And if all else fails,

(5.)       See if there is a cheap ticket back to the immediate past to prevent yourself from buying the sublet in the first place.

Heather Bourbeau

Heather Bourbeau’s award-winning poetry and fiction have appeared in The Irish Times, The Kenyon Review, Meridian, and The Stockholm Review of Literature. She is the winner of La Piccioletta Barca’s inaugural competition and the Chapman Magazine Flash Fiction winner and has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her writings are part of the Special Collections at the James Joyce Library, University College Dublin. Her latest poetry collection Monarch is a poetic memoir of overlooked histories from the US West she was raised in (Cornerstone Press, 2023).