SONGBIRDS, POETS, ARTISTS AND DREAMERS


Romasko, Friedrich, Sky, Landers

Good Evening Berlin by Mark Romasko

Wet, Bleach and Forget by Patricia Friedrich

Fall Baby by Jennifer Sky

Frog Strangler by Connley (Lee) Landers




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Mannone, Kiernan, Dyer

The Smell of Bubbles by John C. Mannone/A gulf stands between me/and where the sand had formed/to pebbles wet with every lap./Green water thins pallid in the ebb.

Old Man by Peter Kiernan/I have seen the old man in you,/Seen him roll out from within your eyes./Wrinkles revealed in the manner of,/Bright red ink inset in the lining of the palms./Age was not to come,

*Two Mallards* by Neil Dyer/*Two mallards* settle in/
cemetery, flaring in with/feathered elbows full of/air.The greeny drake touches/first and then/the hen -



Yvette Wielhouwer Flys

Ann Walters

Bill Frank Robinson

Poetry: Fitzpatrick, Managan, Fitzpatrick

"State of Rapture" is a powerful meditation on the intersections of mental health, spirituality, and love. It challenges readers to reconsider their perceptions of mental health conditions, not as mere deficits or diseases but as potential gateways to deeper, albeit different, forms of awareness and connection.

Managan's use of vivid imagery and the progression from past to future create a layered narrative that speaks to the complexities of human emotions and relationships. The poem navigates through themes of guilt, beauty, mortality, and anxiety, leaving the reader with a sense of the profound impacts of our actions and experiences across time.

"You Went A Courtin'" is a thought-provoking poem that skillfully blends historical, cultural, and personal elements to explore the depth of human experience. It invites readers to reflect on their own rituals, beliefs, and the mirrors through which they view themselves and others.

Augustine, Horan, Britten, Johnson, Berge

Barataria Bay

Camlin

Paradise

learning to fly

Her




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Musings chanced upon in the quiet of Inniscrone by Peter Kiernan/The sun light danced a slow waltz/On the waters of Inniscrone,/The sound of the surf against the shore,/Like the tremendous ruffle of a dress hem,/Tremulous wave of white linen,

Kelly's Orchard by Stan Long/His trees are from gray iron cast
the heat anneals each ardent flower/and orioles are cut from glass
/this hammered hour

Aubade to Marit Haahr by Russell Bittner/Now, let us go to contemplate a hill/where flowers spit their seeds, content to show/unbridled bits to daybreak's ardent glow,/like tumblers hurled up at one boys will
/to make the skies go dark, and rooftops still:




Poetry: Sheehan, Jensen and Smith

"Sign on a Wall" by Tom Sheehan is a nostalgic poem depicting a worn dough board, symbolizing a mother's labor of love in bread-making. It evokes memories of family, tradition, and the passage of time, blending sensory details with a deep sense of longing and reverence

Exploring the ephemeral space between day and night, 'Down The Crack With The Crickets' by Kristine Jensen delves into the fleeting nature of thoughts and emotions. An angry thought disappears with the wind, symbolizing lost moments and the struggle to reclaim them.

Explore the poignant poem Mates by Iain C. Smith, dedicated to Jake and Patrick. Reflecting on the sudden loss of a young life, it intertwines themes of grief, camaraderie, and the fleeting nature of youth, as experienced through the lens of a soccer match metaphor.

"Explore the evocative poem 'Pipedream' by Iain C. Smith. A vivid blend of memory and observation, it captures a moment of reflection amidst a storm, evoking nostalgia and introspection about family, past experiences, and the transformative journey of life.

Summer Archive 2010: Grochalski, Meek,Scotellaro

Dirty Fingernails by John Grochalski captures a brief yet profound encounter on a Saturday afternoon, blending themes of human connection, urban life, and personal reflection. The poem starts with the simple image of a woman asking for change, her dirty fingernails symbolizing hardship, contrasting with the speaker’s routine of finding comfort in a bar on a gentrifying street.

Butterfly Service by Gemma Meek is a poignant reflection on life, death, and the search for meaning in moments of loss. The imagery of butterflies dancing against the stained glass, casting shadows, creates a delicate contrast between the ethereal and the tangible. As the speaker stands before a coffin, they wrestle with the impulse to ascribe meaning to the moment.

Commas by Robert Scotellaro is a tender exploration of a grandmother’s life, marked by hesitation, caution, and the delicate balance of small moments. Through the metaphor of commas--pauses in both speech and life--the poem captures her measured existence, where every action and word seems to carry a weight of careful consideration.

Art Walls: Spring 2014, Summer 2014 (Where colours dance and stories call/ an art wall stands, a visual ball.




Poetry: Joslin, Blossom, LShok

Oonah V. Joslin's tankas offer our readers a poetic glimpses into love, nature, and life's fleeting moments. Each verse weaves emotions and memories, revealing the beauty in the mundane and the eternal dance of change. Dive into a world where words paint lasting impressions on the heart and mind.





"Very Warm for March" beautifully intertwines the awakening of the natural world with the awakening of human desires and connections. Blossom's use of imagery and intimate details creates a piece that resonates with the joy of early spring and the timeless nature of love.

The poem invites readers to reflect on the nature of sibling relationships, the process of mourning, and the search for meaning in the face of mortality. Through its exploration of these themes, "Red Rewind" speaks to the universal experience of grappling with the complexities of love, loss, and the human condition.




Dark Snow by Linda Shok is a narrative that seems to revel in contrasts: the tangible with the abstract, the domestic with the natural, and the intimate with the expansive. The prose is rich with metaphor and imagery, suggesting a deep undercurrent of emotion and longing beneath the surface of everyday actions.


Middle Square: Kiernan, Gebbie, Kiernan, Fitzpatrick

Old Man

In discussing the dialogues between the 'old soul' and 'young soul', Kiernan explores deeper philosophical territories about the essence of life and death.

Ed's Wife and Other Stories

Is a whimsically poignant collection of vignettes that blend elements of the mundane with the magical, giving us insight into Ed's life with his shape-shifting wife, Suze.

Inniscrone

Is a rich tapestry of images and thoughts that beautifully captures the interplay between the external environment and the internal musings of the speaker

Eden

Explores themes of resilience, transience, and the bittersweet beauty found in places shaped by both natural forces and human hands.

The Pollinators

The Path of the Pollinator by Mari Fitzpatrick

Epigraph

When I admire the wonders of a sunset
or the beauty of the moon,
my soul expands in the worship of the creator.
Mahatma Gandhi (Winter 2014, The Linnet's Wings)


Bumblebee

From flower to flower,
it tirelessly weaves,
A sun, from its heart,
among the leaves.


The Rhinoceros
In the quiet dawn,
its shadow tall and vast,
A gentle giant walks,
echoes of the past


A Windy Day

IN CONNEMARA



A Windy Day in Connemara

AT LOW TIDE


At Low Tide by Marian Clarke

EVERY STICK

A scarecrow in a stovepipe hat fiddled and danced a jig. Discordant notes sharp as star frost. He thumped the earth with twiggy feet and croaked his garbled song. The wind whipped the dirge away through empty skies. No owls blinked time from the skeletal trees, no gulls mewed the chorus whilst skimming barren waves. His bow was smooth, his fiddle unstrung. He whirled and spun--counted time with his jerking limbs


Every Stick by Bill West

When the Morning

is a Prayer
by Kathleen Cassen Mickelson

How do I talk about fresh snow that still
delights me after a lifetime of Minnesota
winters or the sliver of moon embedded in
pre-dawn sky or the way oak limbs hold
frost to cover their leafless-ness?


When the Morning is a Prayer

Ash

by James Graham

At the grave there is no poetry in me./
The man in the black suit hands me a little box./
Her name is on it. She is ash.


Ash by James Graham

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