February 2018


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ISSN 2369-6516 (Print)
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Normand CarreyMachismo

Ella DodsonBlizzard Meditation

David DuSnow Rain

Harry Garrison2018

Helen GebhardtWishful Thinking

Scot JamiesonFollowing the Fallen

Caitlin LeonardNov. 17

Brian Lomaxportrait of a medicine man

Scott Lynchwii r

David Mac EachernLive It Up

Sarah MooreEach Time

Lorie MorrisNew Year

Jayne ReillyQuiet


Graym StewartA Knight Stung by the Bee

Rod StewartFirst Snow

Hawa SwarayDreams You Should Try

Kay WynnePassages

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portrait of a medicine man, as a river
Poem by Brian Lomax

from east to west
the sun shines
from north to south
the river flows
the medicine man
catches both
& watches his people
& guides his chief
where the eagle
with an eagle’s eye
is the Great Spirit
carrying his people
on wings
towards the beginning
from the end
back to the medicine man’s
land and wonder
for age is
not old
& the river is a child
just beginning
to enter
The Great spirit
where the medicine man
for all the hunters & all the mothers
who weave goodness
& fortune
the earth
& take only what the river has to give

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Wishful Thinking
Poem by Helen Gebhardt

My lover’s lips caressed me and fanned
the embers in my furnace.
As the flames grew, they touched my
A raging fire erupted and consumed me.
Oh! I love you my darling.
I opened my eyes.
It is morning.

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Nov. 17
Poem by Caitlin Leonard

Would a stick of gum
Make this moment better

Stepping out
Looking down at my black suede boots
Stray crunchy leaves twirling with no hesitation

Carried by a wind with no brain
Wiser than me

Glancing at my phone
Which plagiarized his poems
Displays them as its own

Am I in love, or just feeling at home.

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Poem by Normand Carrey

Each Thursday we’d meet at Murphy’s
On the water- As if we needed to? Had to?
Anyways it felt right, becoming the only
Certainty in my life. That would end too.

But it was Certainty for now. We knew Brian
Would order a Shandy like he always did.
He’d indicate to the bartender the lemonade
Head on his beer, the precise distance travelled

Between thumb and forefinger. I would order
A Speight’s Gold; I wasn’t used to pints
And inevitably drunk after two.
And Ant bragged about the dates he went on

His belief that his chrome-domed bald head
Was attractive to women. Always like that.
Each Thursday. Those same delicious motions.
Whaddaya get when you cross an Irishman

And a Scotchman? Ha! Ha! Until one day
Ant told us he’d been to the doctor
Like the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
On Lake Superior, Pancreatic cancer laddies

As the smile ran off his face, the Cook came
Out to say Fellas its too rough to feed ya’se
Then as the ship’s bell rang out three times,
Fellas been real nice to know ya’se, said Ant.

Water comin in! Aft ballast pump failing!
Funny thing Dmitri, said Brian in an email
From the Antipodes, Anthony’s last name
Was Brewer. Water like beer.

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New Year
Poem by Lorie Morris

Here goes, a new year.
Here goes, a new start.
Here goes, a new beginning,
to a new year!

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Poem by SarahEllen

I’ll quit smoking
I’ll start my diet
I’ll save money

I’ll pay my bills
Clean my house
Do my laundry

I’ll stop drinking
Find a job
Finish school

I’ll stand up
Speak out
Leave him
Start over
Do better


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Each Time
Poem by Sarah Moore

these thoughts simmer quietly
murky and controlled
but after the sun sinks you
let them surface

reminders that punch breath from your gut
and a heart that feels like it’s trembling


nothing to soothe it
but 2am conversations with strangers
who wear cigarette smoke like perfume
and sweet voices that melt
blur like ice cream

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wii r
Poem by Scott Lynch

we watch
we wait
we plan
we hope
we’re staring out
we are
of snow
we’ll have
you know
we’re in
for months
that seem
like years
we’re bound
to be reflective
our need
for sun’s
a yearning
our lot
is not
of sadness
we are of
goodly cheer
our humor
and demeanor
are cold forged
it is clear
we wait
and watch
the snow fall
and dream
that summer’s

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Blizzard Meditation
Haiku by Ella Dodson

Snow pouffes dot my yard,
While white whimsies tumble, dance
Cold silence, thoughts slow.

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Dreams You Should Try
Poem by Hawa Swaray

Deep within the subconscious,
the ideal is attainable.
There I stayed.
There I witnessed a love that was one.
my own sweet,
pure love,
in its most natural state.
Which was returned in full, warranty included.
Blood flowed through two of the same person.
There were no external forces,
no dark creatures that raided through the night,
with intent to torture then kill.
In fact there was no darkness at all,
no such thing as night.
Just love and I dancing in eternal light.
Once the sweat pouring out of our pores
became unbearable,
we walked over to a lake,
where we washed away our pasts and began anew.
The birth of Tabula Rasa.
Perfection is such a thing.

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Poem by Kay Wynne

Only a moment ago
I fed and dressed my children
Now they are helping me

Only a second ago
I pushed them on their bikes to go forward in life
Now they push me, so that I have a life

Only a blink ago
I took their hands and led them across the street
Now they take my hand so that I may not fall

Only a sigh ago
They came into my life and brought me joy
I am blessed because they are still doing that

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Poem by Jayne Reilly
Winter is a time
For reflection
and introspection.
It takes no prisoners
and crosses
All boundaries.
Water is frozen
and stands rigid
In its space.
Willing itself
From should.
Earth is chilled
and thoughtless to the beings above it
Never questioning
Its destiny to rest
Full of the knowledge
That its time will come again

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First Snow
Poem by Rod Stewart

The perfect amount
Is just right up to
Your eyes, if eight,
Or ankles if eighty.
Depending upon,
Your celebratory choice
Of shovel, skis or toboggan
Or a window perch,
When the feathers fall
In a sweet swirling silence,
Gathering deep and pure.
In contemplation,
Perhaps you smile,
Because your lips
Are warmed with cocoa
Or a lover’s embrace,
Or, are they tingling wet,
From the lick
Of melted first snow?

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Live It Up
Poem by David Mac Eachern

To make no resolution,
or want reason to cry
I come and go with passion,
just ever soaring high

This path to keep forever,
every hope for vibrant times
To see and be with better,
each step is ventured climb

How title of a story,
became within its end
Yet in the last line be,
a go at starting again

As film in the making,
from writing on the wall
Any day a room of words,
time and setting be my call

By not living time, it’s loss of one’s own life.

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A Knight Stung by the Bee
Sonnet by Graym Stewart

The knight whose golden armored in the stark,
Is no less lovely now while being dark.
And there’ve been buds that just don’t bloom at all.
Yet drench deep down, so pitiful, they fall.

The falling of the leaves seems to be fate.
An empty forest, now so desolate.
The gusts of wind which used to make me dance,
Now only soothe the bones of sorrowed stance.

A flower captive to the passing bee.
Forcing blossom, yet stinging only me.
I see the way he makes the others shine.
The bee which wanders; was it ever mine?

I guess the tides of time will wash away.
And I shall wait to shine another day.

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Haiku by Harry Garrison

Twenty Eighteen is
a beautiful amethyst,
and ours all year.

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Following the Fallen
Sonnet by Scot Jamieson

A few steps from the door, the falling snow
and I have neither purposes nor ends.
Appreciating snow makes me look slow,
but beauty-followers outface pretence –
white sidewalk, street, trees, the world,
all receding as the walk proceeds.
Another beauty’s memory-flag unfurls –
the autumn sighs of drifting poplar leaves.
Evanescence is innate in beauty:
creamy clouds, rainbow-under-lit,
that dissipate, how old snow gets dirty –
these come to mind, and you consider it.

Yet through this cold temporal loneliness,
you overhear soft beauty’s fragile Yes.

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Snow Rain
Haiku by David Du
Dim, damp, difficult
Hard working driver, walker,
Hugging, shaking, cold.

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