When song unleashes memory –
an unanticipated hound
sniffs and sifts and tears
through ancient ground,
grabs you, takes you,
Helen Bournas-Ney writes poems because it gives her so much pleasure to build them, and also because she loves the clearer and broader view she gets while constructing them and when they are finished.
Love Note / Anniversary Edition
Yes, because there is space junk
falling uncontrolled toward Earth,
and poseurs occupying roles that
rightfully belong to love-drunk poets,
this is not the worst place for us
to possibly hide, a country overlooked
on the Discovery Channel but crammed
to its very borders with kindergartens
and prayer candles and repurposed
war machines, and where, if it rains,
the rain is vastly similar in sound
to the tiny tinkling bells of your name.
Howie Good stays up late.
charred bones in a
of pills stuck in
my throat through
a sleepless night.
Shamayita Sen is the author of For the Hope of Spring: hybrid poems, and editor of Collegiality and Other Ballads: feminist poems by male and non-binary allies.
ruined by rain and then May
ruined by flowers.
Chris Bullard was born in Jacksonville, FL, lives in Philadelphia, has some degrees, some publications and is amazed to find that his life history really only requires less than 35 words.
Mary Damon Peltier
Digging a Garden in New England
Where there are roots
there are rocks,
in the crevices of memory
Mary Damon Peltier wishes she were working in a garden instead of staring at the dingy white walls of her apartment.
When you call two places home,
it means you’re always
Debbie Wong is still searching to be found. https://www.deborahannwong.com/
H. Edgar Hix
(for H.L. Hix Jr.)
They call it a destroyer, this ship
that cuts across a glass sea
that effortlessly heals
the tiny scratch it makes.
H. Edgar Hix continues to live his paragraph one sentence at a time.
and index finger
one by one,
like a student trumpet
and some flat
like a paper star,
but others more
like a poet confined
in a madhouse,
petals curled inward,
Howie Good believes with Mencken that a good phrase is better than a great truth.