Margaret Roncone… I’m Still Dreaming of your Birthday


I’m Still Dreaming of your Birthday

empty flower vases,
burnt cake,
useless gifts wrapped in old


I could have done so much better

have no excuse,

except for childhood memories
hanging like rat traps

from my fingers,

we are heavy souls
made heavier

with the past;

I walk through cold streams
trying to wake myself.


Margaret Roncone was born in Rochester N.Y., found her hearthome in Seattle. Wrote poetry in high school and was encouraged by a lay teacher surrounded by a swarm of nuns. Finds inspiration in frequent bus rides; hosts an open mic in Uptown.

Copyright © 2016 by Margaret Roncone







A.J. Huffman… A Butterfly’s Exposition


A Butterfly’s Exposition

Plated between clear panes,
a pair of wings whimper
wordlessly. Pinned in poses of flight,
their pigments glitter beneath lighted tracks.
Death displayed as art.
I mourn this
stolen flight.


A.J. Huffman has published eleven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. Her new full-length poetry collection, Another Blood Jet, is now available from Eldritch Press. She has another full-length poetry collection, A Few Bullets Short of Home, scheduled for release in Summer 2015, from mgv2>publishing. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and has published over 2000 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press.

Copyright © 2016 by A.J. Huffman







Lana Bella… A Hair’s Breath


A Hair’s Breath

My elbow caressed the fine down on your arm
as we stood.
Perching atop the quiet hill.
You didn’t say a word.
And, the silence was its own confession.
Its distance stretched across the clearing
where the evening light sloped
on the jagged rocks below.
The paralysis of a thousand nerves
froze me in stiffness.
I waited.
Hoping to feel the sharp stab of your dagger
to spur wake the cold click of my senses.
I felt you turned then.
More surely than if I’d been watching you.
Just a hair’s breadth towards me.
A deluge of pendulum swings in the concerted air.
And then, very quietly, you breathed me in.
I didn’t move.
I didn’t turn around.
If I had,
perhaps I would have seen the betrayed whisper
that already edged in nostalgia.
But, I was thinking of all the ways
a moment like this could be felt
as it traveled through a dormant sleep.
While the pausing time between breathing
will feed into the machinery of snapshots of
our memory.


Lana Bella has a diverse work of poetry and flash fiction published and forthcoming with Anak Sastra, Atlas Poetica, Bareback Magazine, Bewildering Stories, Beyond Imagination, Buck-Off Magazine, Calliope Magazine, Cecile’s Writers’ Magazine, Dead Snakes Poetry, Deltona Howl, Earl of Plaid Lit, Eunoia Review, Eye On Life Magazine, Family Travel Haiku, First Literary Review-East, Five Willows Literary Review, Foliate Oak Literary, Garbanzo Literary Journal, Global Poetry, Ken*Again, Kind Of A Hurricane Press, Literary Orphans, Marco Polo Arts Literary, Mothers Always Write, Nature Writing, New Plains Review, Poetry Pacific, Snapping Twigs, Spank The Carp, The Camel Saloon, The Bangalore Review, The Bleeding Lion, The Commonline Journal, The Criterion Journal, The Higgs Weldon, The Screech Owl, The Voices Project, Thought Notebook Undertow Tanka Review, Wordpool Press, Beyond The Sea Anthology, War Anthology: We Go On, Wilderness House Literary Review, Featured Artist with Quail Bell Magazine. She lives bi-continents, in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a wife of a novelist, and a mom of two frolicsome imps.

Copyright © 2016 by Lana Bella







Gary Beck… Forgotten Myths


Forgotten Myths

The romance of the pirate
created by Hollywood,
a swashbuckling hero
winning bloodless battles,
capturing a Spanish beauty
who hated the barbarian,
then fell in love
with his charming ways.
They sail into the sunset
on the bounding main,

a departed myth.

The pirates of today
a people of poverty,
lurk off the Somalia coast,
capture ships for profit,
rarely kill captain and crew,
but hold them hostage
until they’re paid,
no adventure,
only business.


Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director. He has 8 published chapbooks. His poetry collections include: Days of Destruction (Skive Press), Expectations (Rogue Scholars Press). Dawn in Cities, Assault on Nature, Songs of a Clerk, Civilized Ways (Winter Goose Publishing). Perceptions and Displays will be published by Winter Goose Publishing. His novels include: Extreme Change (Cogwheel Press) Acts of Defiance (Artema Press). Flawed Connections has been accepted by Black Rose Writing. His short story collection, A Glimpse of Youth (Sweatshoppe Publications). His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. He lives in New York City.

Copyright © 2016 by Gary Beck







Steven Jacobson… Whirling and Whimsical


Whirling and Whimsical

the clouds like needles
in the haystack wrap
around the mind
and teleport the being
into a whirling and whimsical
portion baring none
of the so called wordage
and literary response but only
to a beauty embracing
mother nature and embarking
on a new path.


Steven Jacobson was born and raised in the Midwest. He has attended multiple classes from the Loft Literary Center, promoting all levels of creative writing. His goal is to write a second book, the first book called “Spiritual Gait” was published in 2014.

Steven Jacobson is a poet. His poetry has appeared in access press, calvary cross, linnet’swings, burningword, the glasscoin, nazar-look (romanian publication), praisewriters, enoiar review, penwoodreview, littleredtree, message in a bottle and most recently red fez and pending indiana voice journal, leaves of ink and stray-light.

Copyright © 2016 by Steven Jacobson