On my mind.
The weight of gold.
Single hawk soaring.
Road trip honeymoon.
Early morning bloodwork.
Mystery of the next moment.
Fragility and strength as one.
Euphoria induced by caffeine.
Gratitude for sleep embrace.
Not waiting for another day.
Saying hello to old friends.
Gestures of commitment.
Erring on the side of yes.
Embodied and ethereal.
Symbolic and physical.
Not turning my cheek.
Not wasting my time.
All the way here.
As it happens.
Jena Strong is
the author of two collections of poetry and prose, Don’t Miss This and The
Inside of Out. A 2013 Goodreads Newsletter contest winner and long-time
blogger, her work has appeared widely both online and in print. She works as a
career counselor and creativity consultant in Amherst, MA, where she lives with
her fiancée and two daughters. www.jenastrong.com.
Linda Saccoccio is a visual artist and writer with a BFA from Rhode Island School of Design and an MFA from the School of Visual Arts in NYC. She lives and works in CA, exhibiting painting in art fairs. Her inaugural book of paintings and poems is "Transitions and Translations", it is available at:
Padua's poetry, fiction, and non-fiction have appeared in many
journals, newspapers, and anthologies. After living in big cities like
Washington and New York all his life, he now lives the small town of
Front Royal, Virginia where he and his wife, the poet Heather Davis,
write the blog Shanondoah Breakdown http://shenandoahbreakdown.wordpress.com/.
It was the late afternoon of a school night at 26 Pendrill Street, The Melyn, Neath. The house was packed full as usual, my Nana was sat in the living room reading The South Wales Evening Post and shouting bits of interest into the kitchen where my Mother was, over the sound of the TV blasting out the new kids show ‘Thomas The Tank Engine & Friends’ whilst at the exact same time upstairs could be heard the ‘Our House’ 7” single by Madness blaring loudly again and again. “Listen now love, have you heard this?” my Nana shouted over to the greasy kitchen. “They’re complaining about glue-sniffers, messing up the Neath Castle remains with their glue-bags and cider flagons. It’s bloody disgusting, don’t you think? they should be whipped the bloody lot of ‘em!” My Mother strides into the room all neurotic and waves a dripping saucepan around the room at me and my brother and yells “I bet you two pair of Bastards are involved in this bloody palaver, you and those stinking yobo’s you’re always hanging about with!” “Leave it out Mam, for Fuck Sake!” I yawn. My Nana jumps up out of her seat and yells “Don’t you fucking swear at your Mam, like that then now mun, you little swine!” My Mother comes rushing back livid into the room with a different saucepan dripping 5 pence beans juice everywhere. “Mind you now boyo, I’d give you what for if the last time I hadn’t have broke my big toe kicking your brother and my thumb punching you in that fucking head of yours!”
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.
Rose Solari is the author of three full-length collections
of poetry, The Last Girl, Orpheus in the Park, and Difficult Weather, the one-act play, Looking for Guenevere, and the novel, A Secret Woman. She has
lectured and taught writing workshops at many institutions, including the University of Oxford's Centre for Creative
Writing at Kellogg College.
Refuge On the porch of this house a nest Grows not fabricated by bird Like the painted bunting houseguest To Carolina banks sheltered By low lying shrubs pines anchored Less by roots more by seaward dunes No this flat little disk cankered Into the wood this day in June Belongs to a wasp jejune Pest of the insect world vying To control working to impugn The peace we rented here flying About this space we want to claim My love man of calm spoils reclaims
Karren LaLonde Alenier is the author of six collections of poetry, including Looking for Divine Transportation, winner of the 2002 Towson University Prize for Literature. Forthcoming in late 2015 from MadHat Press is a seventh collection of poetry, The Anima of Paul Bowles.