are two lies I tell:
about your light blue
at the lake,
I whisper to myself—
I want to be—
a river on another coast;
once, like Kingfishers,
defended our place
still think the surface tension
water has something
do with love,
part is true:
left you asleep
the dunes, fistfuls
cherries bleeding for me.
Moriconi is a poet and essayist. She received her MFA in creative writing from
Pacific Lutheran University’s Rainier Writing Workshop in Tacoma, Washington.
Her work has appeared most recently in Cobalt Review, The Schuylkill Valley
Journal, Prick of the Spindle and Blue Heron Review. She is the author of a
chapbook, No Such Place (Finishing Line Press, 2013).
the way you sit it’s the way you wait with your
hands your care-worn hands your faithful hands
empty hands dark-sipping liquid benediction oh
I think of all the mad hours mad hours wasted
with the dead it’s the way you believe oh I
to believe tell me how to believe in your derelict god
to feel that jolt that jotting forward some little
in the pulse when something scissors through
blue oh father my father your father fallow be thy name
you pistol-whip the scriptures drive each word to its
edge and still you do not say no and you
not say wait and you do not do not do not ever
never say love and it’s the way I remain
with lifted wings and the
world breathing just breathing me in
Houtman is an ex-pat American currently residing in Wellington, New Zealand.
She is the author of a non-fiction book and her fiction and poetry have been
widely published. Her work has earned four New Zealand writing awards and been
nominated for a 2012 Pushcart Prize.
Sits In My Shower
sits in my shower under the spray
speaks like I smile;
has no preferences
grins when I join him and his arms
wherever I sit I am blocking the water
he'll stay warm and wet nonetheless
I'll stay lip-happy, leg-happy,
ensconced and enchanted.
Rosenberg is a 25-year-old lawyer/recent graduate of Lewis & Clark Law
School and an alumnus of Kenyon College. She has been writing poetry for 17
years and performing it for the last two. Her poems have been published in a
number of online and print journals, most recently in The Leaning House Press
and The Sparrow Ghost Collective Anthology of Poetry: Vol.'s 1 and 2.
hold the door open
let you find
own way out?
there a release
there some benediction
stride is still the same
disappear just as quickly
the feral night
Carr grew up in a literary atmosphere, raised by two English professors. He
began to explore poetry in high school.
Michael A. Torok
trash can I use for raku
with poetry, desire,
inhaling the smoke of my past.
the ash of morning.
prepare to be
your embrace without
past of failed caresses.
among new fallen snow.
A. Torok calls Austin, TX home. He received his English PhD from the University
of Louisiana and has published in the Clackamas Literary Review, Fox Cry
Review, Louisiana Review, Red Rock Review, Northridge Review, Southwestern
Review, New Kent Quarterly, as well as online in the Snakeskin Poetry Webzine.
wear a torn place
like a mirror
it once held
the ways I numbed myself
minute into the wind . . .
off the mask
Ortiz is a retired educator, poet, painter, and photographer. Flutter Press released
his first two chapbooks, At the Tail End of Dusk, and Bedbugs in My Mattress. Ronin
Press released his third chapbook:
topography of a desire. Avantacular Press released his first
photographic chapbook: The Sugarcane Harvest. He is a three-time nominee for
the Sundress Best of the Web Anthology and a two-time Pushcart nominee.