Fiona Stevens is a poet and fiction writer of Irish and English descent. She lives in New Zealand and her prose and poetry have been published in journals there.
she is singing in the green
in the green
she is singing bayonets glistening and young men
the smell of oil and mud
crisp coldness as donkeys bear fresh turf
the late night craic
a spluttering chicken fills the house from the oven
she perspires in shorts and tank top
In this summer
travelling back home to the warm chill
Bio: Neil Clarkson has been published in magazines including Pennine Platform, The Black Horse and Obsessed by Pipework. He has won prizes in numerous competitions. His debut collection, Build You Again from Wood, was published in February 2017 by Calder Valley Poetry www.caldervalleypoetry.com
Broccoli and TED talks
after Jackie O’Hagan phrase
Sat here, my arse numbing,
blowing up my illness
like a 4 X 4 tyre.
Spoilt as I am,
a lucky Westerner
with a middle-aged body
full of fibre, vitamins
feels a bit drastic.
I take solace
from the distant past.
I’m feeling a little better;
off for a brisk
I have hobbies
I have unambitious needs.
My body craves broccoli,
my mind TED talks.
Martin Willitts Jr is a retired Librarian living in Syracuse, New York. He has 20 chapbooks including the winner of the Turtle Island Quarterly Editor’s Choice Award, “The Wire Fence Holding Back the World” (Flowstone Press, 2017), plus 11 full-length collections including “Three Ages of Women” (Deerbrook Editions, 2017). Forthcoming full-lengths includes “The Uncertain Lover” (Dos Madres Press, 2018), and “Home Coming Celebration” (FutureCycle Press, 2018).
A thin layer of mystery covers the heart,
delicate as a spider’s web, when it notices
the world has light between a leaf’s veins.
What happens next will determine what will follow.
Will it be a cascade of events?
Are you capable of discerning what is important
and what is not?
There are no answers to questions you never ask.
This is the way of the world.
It is always this endlessness, this gentleness,
even among the harshness.
You’ve just got to search for it.
I’ve already told you where to find it.
Maybe you can find another place, too.
Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. His interests are in the areas of religion, mythology, and parapsychology. The author of numerous articles and two books, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared or forthcoming in both print and online journals, including Whatever Our Souls, Wildflower Muse, Ordinary Madness, Joey and the Black Boots ReBoot, Red Wolf Journal, Ariel Chart, The Mystic Blue Review, Alcyone, Pangolin Review, Waterways, Subsync Press, and The Wire’s Dream Magazine.
I dreamt last night
of three dead carp
glassy eyed corpses
staring asquint at the sun
dangling on the branches
of my spindly cherry tree
like some ghoulish parody
of Christmas tree ornaments
left as presents by scavenger
gulls screaming their hearts out
a message for me drenched
in sweat and palpitations
I cannot tell a lie
life is no bowl of cherries
too much guilt
too much love
too much truth