The Rot

They estimate a gradual decline
in worldly production by
the lessening of the harvest,
and grain shall be in want,
but greed shall halt it from
reaching the world's market places.
And one man controls
the rot of the field-
ending with the
rot of the flesh.
And political strongholds
shall fail to prevail,
and the thunder roars-
the rain comes in tub fulls-
and the rot continues,
until flesh and grain
have become compost...
for the next springs plantings.

 

 

About the Author, EG Ted Davis: Previously published in the 80's then resigned from creative pursuits until semi retirement led me back towards such...

 

Deadheading Despair

the early lake still
the call of loons

a fishing boat trolls
the far shore

footprints of ghost foxes

geese wilding above
white wings wheeling

sweet cinnamon tea

my sleepy son
drags Paddington Bear

onto the porch
fetal-curls on my lap

it’s all kind of amazing

 

 

About the Author: Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Enizagam, New Ohio Review and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.

Letters From The Moving Coast

No matter how much time it takes
I want a little more
a coastline always changing
time and sea complaining

so I claim the littorals and vicissitudes
of these crowding waters
this needy weather
as any reason you might demand

but I do ask that you forgive
these letters from the moving coast
please understand they are no less true
for being unpredictable.

 

 

About the Poet: Dean Baltesson is a poet and musician living in Victoria BC Canada. He is currently working on a volume of poetry entitled There Must be Words To Describe This. His poetry and can be found in a number of online and print literary journals or on his recent CD “Covering Ground”.

Thick Accents

by J.E. Beville

These lines run off center
Changing the lion-hearted into
A satire called Metacomet's war
In which first was the winner
And the lasting legacy upside down.
Let us take it from there.
Schrodinger's cat is not even
Inside the box and black holes
Break the law of conservation
Birth days are death days,
Pain is love and joy is plastic
It's not from scratch, there
Is a kernel of thetic but
As a branch on a tree in
Carpa topanga where energy can
Never defeat our wildest ideas.
If we ever leave these climbs
All that honey to bees.

POEM FOR KATIE, QUEEN OF OHIO #71

All men are lobbyists.
Don’t hire any of them.
Be an army with actual
swagger. Be confident
enough to listen to anyone
& ignore almost everyone.
Make it all women.
I find no fault in naming
my gender a danger
& a novelty. I should
be given no extra con-
sideration. Not me.

 

 

About the Author: Darren C. Demaree is the author of seven poetry collections, most recently “A Fire Without Light” (2017, Nixes Mate Books). His eighth collection “Two Towns Over” was recently selected the winner of the Louise Bogan Award from Trio House Press, and is due out March 2018. He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry. He is currently living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.

EMOJI

Is there an emoji for the too-muchness of life?
Moments visibility is less than two feet
rats scuttle through crawlspaces
toilets overflow
a crumpled Honda lies in the driveway.

Moments impossible to drag out of bed
heater broken, house at forty degrees
husband on a business trip, really?
A message: so-sorry-your test-was-positive-
please-call.

I can’t find an emoji for what’s-the-fucking-point
a grab-a-bottle-of-scotch-and-swig emoji
a put-your-head-in-the-oven-why-not emoji.

If you find one, please forward it
to claire@clobberedbylife.com.

 

 

About the Author: Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has received three Pushcart Prize nominations. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Enizagam and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.

Boy at The Blue Playground

In that long finished mid-summer,
When a boy,
Heat revised the abandoned
Schoolyard as the sun-seared black
Tar bubbled up between the asphalt  
Cracks on the back playground.
It was quiet then. 

Heat so fierce it could burn the light away
and blast the axis of a future we could
not see out of its position to diffuse this
noise that now consumes and
confuses us.

You may wish for quiet,
A reflective tone,
but you can't have it.
Instead, in the train cars and the bars
and street corners, 
even in the parks and woods there are the low
sounds and grated screeching of electric chatter. 

A deep concern for the holy sepulcher of the
self covers everything it seems.

Abstractions replaced with utility,
A language so stilted it has become
Asymmetrical, 
Attacking meaning from multiple
Directions at the same time.

The lost quiet of summer is now blurred by an
Aphasia brought on suddenly by the absence of
Peace,
War in the East dimming the lights of home,
War in the West rising from the ocean to
Defeat us,
Bellowing sound beating it out of us.

 

 

About the Author: John Huey’s student work of the 60’s-70’s was influenced by teachers in Vermont such as John Irving at Windham College and William Meredith at Bread Loaf. 

After many years he returned to writing poetry in 2011. He has had poems presented in ‘Poetry Quarterly' and in the 'Temptation' anthology published in London by Lost Tower Publications. Work has also appeared in 'Leannan Magazine', 'Sein und Werden', at 'In Between Hangovers’, ‘Bourgeon’, 'The Lost River Review', 'Red Wolf Journal' and 'Perfume River Poetry Review'. His full-length book, The Moscow Poetry File, was published by Finishing Line Press in November 2017.