Primal | Glen Armstrong

I listen for incoming

messages

 

from prehistoric fish.


Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three current books of poems: Invisible HistoriesThe New Vaudeville, and Midsummer. His work has appeared in Poetry NorthwestConduit, and Cream City Review.

The Parasite | Victor Nandi

As we were travelling through the tube, my friend sank down on his knees clutching his head.

“What?” I exclaimed.

“The headache,” he gritted his teeth. “Getting worse by the day.”

It’s the antibiotics, I thought to myself.

“I CAN’T BEAR IT ANYMO…” before he could complete, his head burst out spilling his brains over me. His lifeless form collapsed.

As I stood there terrified, many more corpses travelled down a stream of blood towards me – limbs mutilated, brains splattered.

My mutation has made me immune to the antibiotics, but for how long? It’s time to migrate – another host, maybe.


Victor Nandi is a Senior Content Developer with an Ed-tech company. In addition to various international magazines, his works of horror, fantasy and sci-fi have featured in anthologies from several publication houses around the world. He lives in Bangalore, India.

Link: https://in.linkedin.com/in/victor-nandi-487aa3125

Town Square | Glen Armstrong

His heart was a strange tree

that failed to center

the city

 

though it was right there,

as central as a flag

or a statue

 

of Davy Crockett.


Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three current books of poems: Invisible HistoriesThe New Vaudeville, and Midsummer. His work has appeared in Poetry NorthwestConduit, and Cream City Review.

Grow Through | Emine Beasley

I stretch out my petals and my face catches the sun. It has been a long night since autumn, the moon is too cold for me, the frost bites with no relief so I stayed below the earthen bed until… Until. Until I can drink deep the warm water. Until I can push through the old layers of myself. My shiny new body feels strong. I am reborn to light and awakening. I am excited for the brightness of spring, this collage of colours is my community. We all have a time and mine is now.


Based in the English city of Norwich, Emine Beasley is a life enthusiast. Scientist by day, aspiring writer by night, she has recently started following her passion for the written word. She keeps a small blog here: www.eminebeasley.wordpress.com, and an irregular Instagram here: www.instagram.com/eminebeasley

Spring Winds | McKenzie Richardson

Winter recedes its frosty tendrils

under the blanket of Zephyrus’ gentle breath

which warms the world under the springtime sun

carrying birdsong on each exhale

to fill the silence that melted with the snow.

 

As the west winds wind and whisper

they whisk away the memories of the chill

knocking on the earthen mounds

to wake the seeds from their winter slumber

in preparation for new growth.


McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Most recently, her stories have been published in anthologies from Eerie River Publishing, Black Hare Press, and Iron Faerie Publishing.

When not writing, she can usually be found in her book hoard, reading or just looking at her shelves longingly.

Facebook: www.facebook.com/mckenzielrichardson/

Blog: www.craft-cycle.com

Final Wishes | Glen Armstrong

To the factory girls,

who peel and dip the bananas,

I bequeath my fingers.

 

To the circus dogs,

I bequeath

my bones.


Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three current books of poems: Invisible HistoriesThe New Vaudeville, and Midsummer. His work has appeared in Poetry NorthwestConduit, and Cream City Review.

My Name | Anna Mosca

I sit exposed
in the full sun
no shadow

to cover me

the sky calls
on and on
my name


Anna Mosca is an eclectic artist who spends her life harnessing visual languages, with a clear preference for poetry. She is interested in exploring any given data, visual, perceptual and auditory, to pursue her creative inquiry. Her aim is to support the discovery and the communication of artistic creative experiences running across a palette of emotionally and socially relevant issues.

Born in Northern Italy has travelled extensively to expand her research. A professor of the Visual and Photographic Language for many years in a University in Milan, in recent years she took a sabbatical to foster poetry in the desert of California. Two bilingual books of poetry were the outcome, the California Notebooks, Volume 01 and 02. She frequently holds conferences on Women Artists to raise awareness and teaches courses of Visual Art. She is the founder of Luminesia and Luminesia4U a program that combines poetry and photography to reach consciousness. She created the poetic module Poesia Singolare Femminile to promote the voices of Italian female poets. Her favorite language for poetry is English and she runs a poetry blog at:

http://www.annamosca.com

https://youtube.com/user/moscanna

Emerald Afternoons | McKenzie Richardson

Cassie picks another daisy, weaving it into the ever-lengthening chain. As her fingers fiddle with the flowers, she admires the fresh greenery around her. All at once, she notices a face in the leaves, emerald skin nearly imperceptible against the lush landscape.

Sensing detection, the face smiles; one finger slips through the foliage to hover before pursed lips. In the blink of an eye, it is gone.

Rushing to the place it had been, Cassie finds only a trail of morels. She dons the largest mushroom with her daisy-chain, delighting in the secret of sighting a Fae bringing about spring.


McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Most recently, her stories have been published in anthologies from Eerie River Publishing, Black Hare Press, and Iron Faerie Publishing.

When not writing, she can usually be found in her book hoard, reading or just looking at her shelves longingly.

Facebook: www.facebook.com/mckenzielrichardson/

Blog: www.craft-cycle.com

Meadowlark Magic | Mark Weinrich

The meadowlark gathers warmth

beat by beat, in its flight from Mexico.

And when the lark arrives,

swells its sun-bright breast

flings its golden voice, winter has

to listen. For when those fluted notes

echo: ice shatters, snow melts,

and daffodils upspring. For winter

has been served moving papers.


Mark Weinrich is a cancer survivor, a retired pastor, gardener, hiker, artist, and musician. He has had over 435 poems, articles, and short stories published in numerous publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.

The Fleeting | Anna Mosca

the sky blue
deepening

after the mad
rainfall against
the fleeting

clouds whiter
after delivery


Anna Mosca is an eclectic artist who spends her life harnessing visual languages, with a clear preference for poetry. She is interested in exploring any given data, visual, perceptual and auditory, to pursue her creative inquiry. Her aim is to support the discovery and the communication of artistic creative experiences running across a palette of emotionally and socially relevant issues.

Born in Northern Italy has travelled extensively to expand her research. A professor of the Visual and Photographic Language for many years in a University in Milan, in recent years she took a sabbatical to foster poetry in the desert of California. Two bilingual books of poetry were the outcome, the California Notebooks, Volume 01 and 02. She frequently holds conferences on Women Artists to raise awareness and teaches courses of Visual Art. She is the founder of Luminesia and Luminesia4U a program that combines poetry and photography to reach consciousness. She created the poetic module Poesia Singolare Femminile to promote the voices of Italian female poets. Her favorite language for poetry is English and she runs a poetry blog at:

http://www.annamosca.com

https://youtube.com/user/moscanna