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.

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.

Karyna Aslanova

Wish You Were Here (selected work)

Wish You Were Here (selected work)

 

Karyna Aslanova

Karyna Aslanova is a Kyiv-born Ukrainian multimedia artist, director, and photographer. Karyna studied Theatre Directing at The National Academy of Government Managerial Staff of Culture and Arts, Kyiv, Ukraine and although photography is her principle medium, Karyna also uses video, painting and illustration, and poetry to further her exploration into a multitude of subjects. Karyna’s art photography projects often use other-worldly imagery to reflect modern social issues, with a vague but familiar base note perceptible through a haze of the strange and incongruous.

 

 

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