Wilderness You call to me and I go. I leave my compass; I know North. I leave my rosary; my faith is in your Aurora Borealis. I’ll follow your light through the foothills. The spines of leaves shiver, emerald pools show me the way. I pray. For you, I’d catch a fish in my teeth. […]Read more "Wilderness"
Michael Mackin O’Mara works for a nonprofit in West Palm Beach, Florida. He is the managing editor of the South Florida Poetry Journal concentrating on audio and video submissions. He has been published by Chantwood Magazine, Door is a Jar, Fields Magazine, Slag Review, Switched-on Gutenberg, Silver Birch Press and Indolent Books. His hobbies include photography, videography, […]Read more "Americana I the blue sky poem"
Mary Shanley is a poet/storyteller living in New York City. She has published four books and frequently publishes online and in print journals. Dreams of Drumlish Mama was the mountain. Streams of bloodlines flow downward through Mama’s jubilant heart and snow-white hair. Ancient soil under her feet, invoking resurrection of ancestors, inviting them to, […]Read more "Dreams of Drumlish"
Eve Taft is a writer who lives in Minneapolis. She loves James Joyce, rainy days, and stories about magic. between the lake and the mountain for Doug Green when the wind comes, as it always does the old house shakes, shivers sheets of rain hurl against it unconcerned, the walls and windows settle looking over […]Read more "between the lake and the mountain"
Nels Hanson grew up on a small farm in the San Joaquin Valley of California and has worked as a farmer, teacher and contract writer/editor. His fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s James D. Phelan Award and Pushcart nominations in 2010, 2012, 2014 and 2016. His poems received a 2014 Pushcart nomination, Sharkpack Review’s 2014 Prospero Prize, […]Read more "Tomorrow"
Left with the Care of the Farm The banty rooster’s strident call is light years from grinding war, spinning news, suspicions of sects and warring politicians. His raucous bluster reminds me of a push-button toy gargling squawks only a child enjoys. A hawk whistles across the pasture. The rooster heard it, a wild away. He […]Read more "Left with the Care of the Farm"
I want to see a star from a high place, not necessarily a mountain. Maybe a tree limb. To sit quietly, no kicking my leg or swaying my body like I have a baby in my arms. That baby is grown up and learning to fly fish thousands of miles away on a lake where […]Read more "My Impatience is like a fish"
Dennis Mont’Ros is a Cuban American and military veteran pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing at the University of South Florida. He is currently co-editor for both poetry and fiction at the journal Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Art. Dennis was a finalist for The Iowa Review’s 2016 Jeff Sharlet Memorial Award for Veterans. The […]Read more "The Devil Cloaked in Sun"
Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). Before this door had a chance your eyes crushed it though the thud infected only one lid, staggers across as if its […]Read more "Untitled #3"
This is the third and final installment of my journey to Cooper Spur, on the top of Mt. Hood. Read the first and second parts here. *** Unbeknownst to us, we have been able to see our destination from the moment we set off at the trailhead. We are hiking toward a spur perched high […]Read more "Cooper Spur: Part Three"