February 26, 2015

Two Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal

With your kiss lingering on my lips
I died without regrets of this life.
Blanketed in this bed, I am glad
I didn’t have to see my shriveled hands.
I died kissing you in my last thought.
After all the loves I sent away
I thought about the blue sea where
we walked, where I died when you left. 

Talk With The Trees 

I made small talk with the trees.
The apple tree would not speak to me. 

It did not trust humans.  It felt  
the world was better off before us. 

I left it alone.
I could not lay under its shade.  I felt  
the world was big enough for all of us. 

Some trees liked to laugh
and some trees were serious and wise. 

The trees would question human thought.
Their questions had validity.
The trees could see through our lies.
The trees knew they were at our mercy.
We had cut them down one after another.
We were transparent like light. 

They saw us as imitations of those that came 

before us.  To them we were all the same.

Luis lives in Southern California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA.  Pygmy Forest Press, published his first poetry book, Raw Materials.  His poetry books and chapbooks have been published by Kendra Steiner Editions, Alternating Current Press, Democracy Now, Deadbeat Press, and New Polish Beat.

February 25, 2015

A Strange Day Living Without You Again by Paul Tristram

Your vein-like roads and streets
partially lit-up at night,
back lanes, subways, bridges, canals
and rough and tumble council estates.
The little ‘Big Ben’ clock
right next to Victoria Gardens
giving out minutes and hours
to passing solicitors, criminals,
road sweepers and drug dealers
without bias and exactly the same.
That dirty old river 
twisting around your belly,
those mountains and hillsides 
which shoulder your timeless weight.
Your Market Heart beating loudly
deep inside anyone ever birthed
within your atlased embrace. 
The waxing and waning of homesickness,
the magnetic pull towards ancestral bones.
I will never, no more, live their amongst
your hard, calloused finger grips.
Although, I shall carry your fighting spirit
inside my Welsh soul
and your crazy rhythm in my fiery blood
right onto my very last living day.

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.  You can read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

February 24, 2015

Two Poems by Laura Lovic-Lindsay

April Morning

Last autumn's fields bonfired:
old feeds new.

Sheave-people plow
stripes of dark chocolate

Each day an egg hunt in the nests-- baskets of
freckled brown, pond green, cornflower blue,
cream whites like the cased worms
that still blanket some branches

Lolloping hares parade pussywillow-soft coats,
fuzzed lamblings sneeze at feathered breezes,
bees fuss their skeps,
mothers argue their milking--

Tulips still labor to birth
centimeter at a time

Boys roll stones to wall-building fathers
sisters tie banners, ribbons to trees

Wind moves, hushing all,
speaks to every ear
the word Odin once whispered:


O Holy Night

Chickory, birdsfoot,
Indian's paintbrush
edge our roads, waving:
like children,
cheering a parade

You and your brother
swing silver fire-lanterns,
heads almost touching, you
whisper of cousins and far-away friends

You walk ahead of me,
just enough to
pretend you walk alone

You spin your glassed fire,
make stars dance under your feet
as well as above this street-stage

You are afraid of nothing

You are not yet too old
to gasp at bats passing overhead,
to salute the groundhog, grass across his mouth
like a handlebar mustache,
to adorn your arms in ladybugs

Fireflies swarm you tonight
to see if you are one of them

I think you may well be

I am trying
so hard
to make this night last

Laura Lovic-Lindsay left Penn State University with a literature degree in hand in 1993. She has won some contests (writerstype.com, writersweekly.com, Writing Success writers' conferences), had some pieces accepted for publication (firesidefictioncompany.com, Boston Literary Magazine).
Laura lives and writes in an old farmhouse in a small Western Pennsylvania town.

February 23, 2015

Two Poems by Richard Schnap

Heart of the Night

I hear the cry of a distant train
And think of how life rides a one-way track

Carrying us through a brief landscape
We are given to rent but never to own

Where some spirit places us under a spell
So that we may dance as our days permit

And fall into dreams to let us believe
That the highways we travel lead us to no end

But then we descend to a subterranean realm
As we enter a tunnel swallowed in shadow

To emerge in a place and time unforeseen
We know only from rumors graven in sand


She sat in her studio
Sketching a self-portrait
Depicting herself as a queen

With a crown full of jewels
And a long red robe
With an ermine collar

She pinned it to the wall
Among hundreds of others
She had drawn over the years

Next to one portraying
Herself as a homeless beggar
On a dark city street

And then she wondered
That if she had to choose
Which one would show the truth

Deciding it would be
The one of a little girl
Trapped with herself in a mirror

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

February 22, 2015

Two Drawings by Don Schaeffer

Gimme Shelter

The Pier

These drawings were made on a tablet using drawing software.

Don Schaeffer has previously published more than a dozen volumes of poetry, his first in 1996, not counting the experiments with self-publishing under the name "Enthalpy Press." He spent a lot of his young adult life hawking books and learning the meaning of vanity. His poetry has appeared in numerous periodicals and has been translated into Chinese for distribution abroad. Don is a habitue of the poetry forum network and has received first prize in the Interboard competition. He calls himself a phenomenological poet, devoted to exact description of experience. His poems reflect the transitions in his life. He currently lives in New York after spending half his adult life in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada.

February 19, 2015

Souvenirs by Joan Cannon

Aslant on asphalt
seeming to beg for notice
lies an ebony reject from a crow.
I stoop to take it up.
Two steps more, and there
lies another, but shorter.
The pair of quills now
splayed across my palm,
when behold, I see a third
abandoned on the road.

I display them all on the windowsill.
See the gloss of anthracite
—so much blacker than the pavement
that relinquished them.

That was August; now in January
I notice they’re still blacker
than the tar from which I
picked them like exotic blossoms.
Not themselves alive, they reflect how time
strives to wear their wearers
with so much less success
than it claims with us.

Anaphora Literary Press published a collection of Joan Cannon's poems in late 2013.  She still writes for Senior Women Web. 

February 18, 2015

Trees of Heaven by Joan McNerney

Those are tough trees
growing in slums.

With no need of rich soil
or pruning, they rise
in abandoned lots.

These are trees that
survive rubbish, rodents
noxious chemicals.

Not easily cut down, 
they tower over
gaunt tenements.

Climbing skyward,
delicate palm leaves
flourish flowering pods.

Trees of Heaven give
children glimpses of bright
emerald each morning.

Stars play peek-a-boo
between their branches
through long nights.

Who has said a taste of
paradise is only for the rich?

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle PressDinner with the MuseCamel Saloon, Blueline, Vine LeavesSpectrum, three Bright Hills Press Anthologies and several Kind of A Hurricane Publications.  She has been nominated three times for Best of the NetPoet and Geek judged her poem as the best for 2013 and she was finalist recently in a Furious Gazelle contest.  Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses and she has four e-book titles.