Time Is A River Without Banks: Ekphrastic Poetry

We are pleased to announce the release of the Spring 2019 Issue. The poets with work in this Ekphrastic Poetry edition are: Misky Braendeholm Adrian Ernesto Cepeda Tim Dunne Alexa Findlay Christopher Hileman Nancy Byrne Iannucci Diane Jackman Mary Anna Kruch Sarah Law Betsy Mars Joshua Medsker Michael Minassian Debi Swim Robert Walton Martin Willitts

Perspectives, By Debi Swim

Perspectives By Debi Swim They walk along the chilly shore heads together deep in conversation the sounds of the gulls overhead barely tugging the stuff of awareness Skiffs and other colorful boats committed to the business of commerce take no notice of the couple But curse the gulls as thieves and nuisances The sky belongs

No One Expects the Spanish Inquisition, By Misky Braendeholm

No One Expects the Spanish Inquisition By Misky Braendeholm But why do you feel safer in public? He doesn’t answer. He looks as fragile as chipped china, and I want to rinse away life’s last meal from his unmended finish. Bring him up where the surface ripples. I want him to see tomorrow because I’m

Chickie-Runs, By Nancy Byrne Iannucci

Chickie-Runs By Nancy Byrne Iannucci On the Road star gazing, Bill Haley’s comets come. kicking stones to stolen cars, Jim & Buzz wonder “Why do we do this?” the road could have ended at Elvis’ hips but they kept doing this: the Beatles, Rolling Stones, The Doors, Motown, Hendrix- Sunday bests surrendering to Saturday Night

Stereoscope, By Mary Anna Kruch

Stereoscope By Mary Anna Kruch Seventy years ago, life played out in shades of gray for my mother, but she longed to view it in colors of the Parks she and my father would see once they had saved two hundred bucks for a used roadster. She had seen Alaska, but had not yet laid

Rogue after The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Hokusai, By Alexa Findlay

Rogue after The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Hokusai By Alexa Findlay as grey clouds cover the blue sky a rogue wave forms rising higher than the snowcapped mountain in the near distance carrying the the wooden boats along with it a sight so beautiful yet terrifying as the sea prepares to swallow those who

First Snow, By Robert Walton

First Snow By Robert Walton Cloud fingers, Swift as serpents, Steal stars From night’s silk pockets. Snowflakes riding wind sprites, Flirt with pine needles, Whisper promises of nights entwined, Of embraces lingering Until spring. Process: First snow in the mountains lifts my spirit every time. Lots of promises of better days to come. A recent

First Communion 1960, By Tim Dunne

First Communion 1960 By Tim Dunne The white suit, shorts, socks, made proud, by mum, rough to the touch. Holy, pure, Like you. Dim in the fog of the Sacred Heart’s pungent incense, you kneel, awed in belief, eyes fixed on the hanging saviour, the sight of whose suffering a reminder of the sins of

The Vision (after Marc Chagall), By Sarah Law

The Vision (after Marc Chagall) By Sarah Law It is an annunciation of sorts – the young man at his easel, palette on lap and hand raised to the canvas; for his subject is an angel, whose wings are clouds, whose body is milk-bright; whose music, cool and sweet as hope, hovers over ethereal spheres.

Miro’s “Still Life with Old Shoe”, By Michael Minassian

Miro’s “Still Life with Old Shoe” By Michael Minassian An old shoe burnt leather and weeping laces alone on one corner— on the left, the apple, Eve’s fruit, sex and juice and seeds pierced by a fork— behind the shoe a loaf of bread baked with flour and pulverized bones the bottle of wine bitter