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Issue Twenty-Nine-October 2014





Martin Willitts Jr.
The Inside of a World Has another World


Start with the smallest
and spiral inwards,
to find the center or beginning.

Easier said than done.

But if you did,
you’d find a microsphere,
a world within worlds.

In essence, you’d find yourself.

The laws of the universe
are indisputable
and we keep trying to break them.

We can’t keep our hands to ourselves.

Connected by more than glue
or gravity or loss or love
or any other connectability.

We disconnect —

but that does not work.
It’s not like breaking dishes;
more like broken-heart recovering.

Concentration into a single atom;

the more we go into something,
the more we notice
what we did not see.

What we find dissolves.



Catherine Moore
My V8 Moment

It was not the Sistine Chapel,
Michelangelo’s Hand of God,
with symphonic melodies.

That moment is anticipated,
longed for, an advent with choirs
of angels; heavenly hosts on high.

This moment between the drycleaners and CVS,
He interrupted my well-orchestrated
cinnamon-dulce-mocha-soy-latte life.

It was the hand that thunked me on the head;
hand reminding me ‘you are not in charge’.
My V8 moment.


Darren Demaree
Emily As We Dance With Full Foot

Flesh makes sound.
Bone makes sound.
Our shifting weight,

never finding ball,
never finding heel,
makes us unwilling

to fall. This aging
temptation, to fall,
to dance spectacularly

for only a few seconds
again, comes with cost.
Not dancing,

comes with cost, too.



John Grey
The Morning Blessing

The mood has come down from the hills
and it is for all our selves.
It doesn’t forget this or that entirety
nor does it quibble on the details,
the skin of one,
the eye opening of another.
It’s not a scam, it’s sun.
Its joy, thank God,
is not predicated on any reason.
It warms. It delights.
It runs a kind of brilliance
across our faces.
If only this were love
and not just morning.
We get up,
stand for a moment,
in our bones, our day.


Christopher Mulrooney
matchbook cover

20 striking pages
underneath the rolling vista
by Currier & Ives
a hiematical scene



Marius Surleac
Bleed


it’s just past midnight
I hear the ceiling crunching in dark
stillness through the heart pumps
I swallow blood faster than airits warmth is salty
I feel death in my womb mocking
with every drop passing the lung
sthe bed doesn’t feed me anymore with dream
sI feel my chest’s need to floa
trising me up with bumps hammering the floor
I feel the moon
set sea beneath me
cradling my head unto her face


as death’s weight vanishes away
in mum’s & dad’s kip
I have a pack of words
ready to be freed
but no one’s here to pick the
many
​more



Bios

Martin Willitts Jr is the winner of the Dylan Thomas International Poetry Award in honor of the centennial. He has 6 full-length collections including national ecological winner "Searching For What Is Not There" (Hiraeth Press, 2013. His recent chapbooks include “The Constellations of Memory and Forgiveness” (Seven Circles Press, web book, 2014), “A Is For Aorta” (Kind of Hurricane Press, web book, 2014), and national chapbook contest winning “William Blake, Not Blessed Angel But Restless Man” (Red Ochre Press, 2014), and "Swimming in the Ladle of Stars" (Kattywompus Press,2014).

Catherine Moore is a freelance writer and editor. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Tampa, after a prior career in public relations. Catherine is an avid traveler and has visited fourteen different countries, including living overseas as a young child. Some of Catherine’s publications include short stories and poems in Six Little Things, MaMaZina magazine, Ars Medica journal, the Avatar Review, and Grey Sparrow.

Darren Demaree’s poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including The South Dakota Review, Meridian, The Louisville Review, Grist, and Whiskey Island. He is the author of "As We Refer To Our Bodies" (2013, 8th House), "Temporary Champions" (2014, Main Street Rag), and "Not For Art Nor Prayer" (2015, 8th House). He is the recipient of three Pushcart Prize nominations and a Best of the Net nomination. He currently lives and writes in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.

John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published in The Lyric, Vallum and the science fiction anthology, “The Kennedy Curse” with work upcoming in Bryant Literary Magazine, Natural Bridge, Southern California Review and the Oyez Review.

Christopher Mulrooney is the author of flotilla (Ood Press)


​​Marius Surleac was born in Vaslui, Romania. His works appear in poetry and prose anthologies. He publishes poetry and prose in most of the Romanian journals. He also publishes poetry in international journals: Pif Magazine (US), Bare Fiction (UK), Dear Sir (Austria), Mad Swirl (US), Poetry Super Highway (US), Novo Slovo (Serbia), Atlas Poetica (US), Boston Poetry Magazine (US). He translates to Romanian poetry by Marc Vincenz, Valzhyna Mort, Peycho Kanev. In 2011 he published his first poetry book called Zeppelin Jack, Herg Benet publishing house.

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