Poetrypoeticspleasure Ezine Volume 2; Issue 2; February 2018

Preface

The poems for this issue started pouring in after an emergency help mail I sent to my friends: poets, editors and poetry lovers. I had a few poems with me but their number filled me with doubts regarding the future of this little ezine. I took my chance and sent an invitation to my friends all over the world (the last four words are not there to brag, they highlight the focus of this ezine: bringing poets from various continents together). They came to my rescue and sent me wonderful nuggets of gold, some of which can be seen in this issue. I have stored many more for the issues to come. not surprisingly then, I dedicate this issue to the poets published in it:

To you, my friends. 

 

 

Preface

Poet of the Month: Michael Griffith

Spirit in the Album by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Reasons by Edianna Reyes Ovalle

Spring Equinox by Joan McNerney

Two Parts by Darrell Herbert

orders and wounds by linda m. crate

Desiderata by Sergio A. Ortiz

Ma`s Maize Meal by Ndaba Sibanda

Everyday by Eliza Segiet

The Ticking of Winter’s Clock by Linda Imbler

Layers of Winter by Mysti S. Milwee

The Hole by Ann Christine Tabaka

Memos by Daginne Aignend

Serenade: A Moment by Glory Sasikala

 

 

 

Poet of the Month: Michael Griffith

 

Her Savior

 

She savored a savior as she tried to repent.

Spent time on her knees, spent time in retreat.

Entreatments for forgiveness, entreatments for relief.

Belief sometimes came hard, belief and faith would flee.

Bleed upon the cross, breed sorrow and sin.

In rapture, in stigmata, in tongues not her own,

she savored her savior, but she could never atone.

 

 

Glass Woman’s House

 

The glass woman,

seen whole only in reflections of others,

 

there in her glass house of shrinking windows

and growing shoulds,

a stone’s throw away from being revealed.

 

Shines in her sorrows,

shimmers in her fears,

shakes in her solitude.

 

Throw that stone, boy,

hurl the brick,

but aim away from the glass woman.

 

Hit her sorrows and fears,

strike the solitude and break those panes of should;

take up a mallet and ruin her house of oughts and wishes.   

 

Let her shimmer in the light shining from strength she never knew she had.

Then help her build a new house that’s not so fragile.

 


 

Twilight Cowboy

 

His sad, hoarse opera remains

long after he leaves the stage.

He doesn’t even know

what to cry about anymore,

 

but still he cries.

 

The plains his home,

his rope and rifle his two best friends,

history and change his two worst enemies.

He’s running out of places to be,

 

but still he rides.

 

The things he could fight

are now long gone;

the things he could love are dying off, too.

The things he could keep no longer exist,

 

but still he tries.

 

 

 

 

 

Michael Griffith began writing poetry to help his mind and spirit heal as his body recovered from a life-changing injury. Recent work appears online and in print in such outlets as The Blue Nib, Nostalgia Digest, The Wild Word and Poetry24. He resides and teaches near Princeton, NJ.

Spirit in the Album by Ken Allan Dronsfield

 

 

Like spider silk woven into human form.

grasping at air as it moves and beckons.

glides around the metal of an old light pole.

Head turning and seeming to look at me.

I ask, if you ever came back to us again,

how annoyed would you be at the traffic?

Would you enjoy computers or cellphones,

or perhaps find them an abomination?

Smiles shining like noon if you returned;

our eyes would twinkle like a winter star

excitement would make the heart flutter;

but you’re only a crispy voice of whispers

indifferent to feeling, or even to breathing

whether lost kindred fallen in a great war

ghost of the battlement, forever on guard

or kept alive by the memories and pictures

there in the album, on grandmother’s shelf.

 

 

 

 

 

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a poet who was nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. Originally from New Hampshire, he now resides in Oklahoma with his cats Willa, Turbo and Hemi. His poetry has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. His work has appeared in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, SETU Magazine, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Bewildering Stories, Scarlet Leaf Review, PPP E-Zine, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. His book, “The Cellaring”, a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird, wonderful and odd poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the co-editor of two poetry anthologies, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze and Dandelion in a Vase of Roses available from Amazon.com.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reasons by Edianna Reyes Ovalle

 

So many reasons to love me

So many reasons to hate me

So many reasons to hate them

So many reasons to love him

I have so many reasons, I collect them

Every season, every year, every decade

I collect, collect them

I regret, no regrets, I haven’t forgotten

In my head, they take up space

Right there in that space with every situation I face

In my memory, these reasons are kept inactive

In my solitude, these reasons are enlightening

They make me feel satanic

My reasons, my reasons

This is not a thought all of a sudden

My reasons are my logic

My reasons have been kept inactive

For my reasons aren’t always pleasant in action.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edianna Reyes Ovalle evokes vital emotions, knowledge, morals, truths, and values, through writing. She loves being outspoken because it has helped her to freely express her opinions of the world and its people. Her work has been featured in the likes of HangTime Magazine, PPP Ezine, NOTLA Digital, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Trópica Laced Magazine.

Spring Equinox by Joan McNerney

 

This is when we search for

color to transform cold grey.

Rainfall begins its magic

high lighting sky blue.

 

We see stacks of luminous clouds

as plants pop out emerald buds

and forsythia busts open with

sparkling yellow stalks.

 

Trees dressed up in chic green

boogie through noon breezes.

 

Aromatic lilac bushes cluster

in soft bunches. Just today a

breath of warmth brought alive

pink crepe myrtle branches.

 

 

 

 

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary zines such as Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Halcyon Days and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press and Poppy Road Review anthologies. She has been nominated four times for Best of the Net.

 

Two Parts by Darrell Herbert

Coming to terms with insignificance

Trying times, more or less, dying times

 

In terms of our relationship, this shit is so one-sided

Drunk off of love, hate ignited

You’re not satisfied, I’m not excited

Should I leave or should I go?

Or, should I try to connect with your soul?

Why am I so unable?

A psychotic who’s mentally unstable

But, they hate my decreasing health

Or, maybe I just need help

Turn me on, turn me out

Turning the gun on myself.

 

 

 

Darrell Herbert is a recipient of the 5 American Visions and 5 American Voices Award, as well as a national silver medal in the 2014 Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, presented by the Alliance for Young Artists & Writers. He is a gold key recipient of poetry, presented by Casita Maria Center for the Arts & Education. He has been featured on the 2016 November issue of Not Only Street Magazine. He is also a recipient of the 2016 Scythe Prize, and the 2017 Scythe Prize. He was one of the winners in the second North Street Book Prize competition. He is a recipient of NY Literary Magazine’s 5 Star Writer Award. He was named a winner in the Fall 2017 Writing and Art Contest. His fiction and non-fiction has appeared in the Utica College Ampersand. His poetry has been featured in the likes of “The Best Teen Writing of 2014,” by Hannah Jones, HangTime Magazine, UC English Corner, The Lemonade Stand Magazine and many more magazines all over the world.

orders and wounds by linda m. crate

 

you still haunt me

in nightmares

 

kindness now

doesn’t erase or diminish

 

the unkindness

i received as a child

 

needed a father to love me

gave me a bully that cursed my name

 

belittled and wounded me

just because you could

 

insisted father knew best,

but i don’t think you did;

 

cried once when my mother

wouldn’t let you punish me

 

only taught me my value was in my

beauty

 

neglected to give me anything

other than orders and wounds

 

my only shelters and comforts

were books and nature

 

the soft needled pines embraced me

in comfort i never found in your arms.

 

 

 

 

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has five published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), and splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018).

Desiderata by Sergio A. Ortiz

 

 

There are days

you walk around dazed
and you’re not very friendly.
Minutes, even hours,

find you lost and I know

my presence confounds you.
That’s when you start talking

in whispers. It’s your way

of asserting the strands

of silver on your head,
your Lord of the Flies dance

around my campfire.

Don’t let it blind you. Virtues

abound in everyday heroes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sergio A. Ortiz is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a six-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016/17 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Loch Raven Review, Drunk Monkeys, Algebra Of Owls, Free State Review, and The Paragon Journal. His chapbook, An Animal Resembling Desire, will be published by Finishing Line Press.  He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.

 

 

Ma`s Maize Meal by Ndaba Sibanda

 

 

She brought in

 

with her  a silver pot

 

into which she discharged

 

water before assigning the vessel

 

to sit silently  on the warming  plate

 

 

 

When the silver pot was steaming

 

the water inside it was screaming

 

emotive gurgles  that got her

 

toting guarded quantities   

 

of mealie-meal and stirring

 

 

 

She left the porridge to simmer

 

and thicken for some time–

 

the aroma emanating

 

from the bubbling

 

was mouth-watering.

 

 

Ndaba Sibanda has contributed to the following anthologies: Its Time, Poems For Haiti- a South African anthology, Snippets ,Voices For Peace and Black Communion. He edited Free Fall (2017). The recipient of a Starry Night ART School scholarship in 2015, Sibanda is the author of Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing and Football of Fools. His work is featured in The New Shoots Anthology, The Van Gogh Anthology edited by Catfish McDaris and Dr. Marc Pietrzykowski, Eternal Snow, A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections with Himalayan Poet Yuyutsu RD Sharma scheduled for publication in Spring/Summer 2017 by Nirala Press and Seeing Beyond the Surface Volume II.   

 

 

Every day by Eliza Segiet

 

Translated by Artur Komoter

 

 

When

you leave everyday life far behind,

so you can wait out the bad times here,

comes alive in you

the memory:

of the cloudy sky

and beautiful moments of forgetfulness.

 

Although memories and plans

cross with each other –

you know

that nothing will be like

it was yesterday.

 

Always repeat:

it was good that I was here.

 

Tomorrow, it may surprise you.

 

 

 

 

Eliza Segiet is Jagiellonian University graduate with a Master’s Degree in Philosophy. She completed postgraduate studies in Cultural Knowledge, Philosophy, Penal Fiscal and Economic Law, and Creative Writing at Jagiellonian University, as well as Film and Television Production in Łódź. She has published three poetry collections and two monodramas.

The Ticking of Winter’s Clock by Linda Imbler

 

 

My mother died in winter.

My mother far away.

 

Spring was to rise in only a few weeks.

 

It was the fourth of March.

Brown grass and leafless trees

were in endless array outside.

 

I could hear

the ticking of the clock

 

as I waited

for the phone to ring.

 

I have my father,

I told myself.

 

My father died in winter.

My father far away.

 

It was the seventh of March

and again, the green was still to come.

 

And again,

I could hear

the ticking of the clock

 

as I waited

for the phone to ring.

 

Then, I was alone.

 

 

Linda Imbler is a poet, music afficionado and lover of art.

Layers of Winter by Mysti S. Milwee

 

The bitter cold leaves me bundled

up in layers; two pairs of thick

wool socks that make me itch –

cuddle duds that cling trapping

in the heat to stay warm;

Ski pants that snap but all I want

is a long winter’s nap and roasting

marshmallows by an open fire;

Smoke signals cling to the air and

drift within my every breath that

I expel from my lungs and with

every breath I take a breath of

dry air shadows the moisture –

and every tear that leaks from the

corner of my eye will freeze an

emotion of freedom longing

for springtime.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mysti S Milwee is an award winning artist, digital artist photographer, and published poet from Southside, Alabama. Her poetry has been published in the PPP E-Zine (India)-Poetics Interview-October- Volume 1: Issue 5-2017; The Alabama Baptist-”Beyond The Veil”-March 30,2017; The Mountain Press- “Gatlinburg Strong”-December 11,2016. Her poetry has been used in academic studies and ministries across the US and abroad. Her art was published in the GloMag (India) in an ekphrastic collaboration with Scott Thomas Outlar.


The Hole by Ann Christine Tabaka

 

A hole

there is a hole

there is a hole

            in everyone

 

it cannot be filled

with wealth

with things

with busyness

 

those who say      –      NO

deny themselves

deny the truth             there is no truth

 

the hole only   g r o w s

wider

            deeper

                        darker

 

until we find

what we have lost

truth

hope

love

 

love fills the hole

 

 

 

 

Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry.

She placed Third in Vita Brevis Best Poem Contest January 2018.  She was selected as Poet of the Month for January 2018 and interviewed by Kingdoms in the Wild. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Bindweed Magazine, The Metaworker, Raven, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God-coloured sea,

I was having you,

and not having you.

 

 

Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017. She has two collections in the Bulgarian: “Animals and Other Gods” (2016), “Demons and World” (2017). Her work is forthcomingin Creative Process, Antinarrative, Aji Magazine, Lunaris, New Poetry, Subterranean Blue, Pangolin, and appears in Agenda Poetry, London Grip New Poetry, Trafika Europe, European Literature Network, The Journal, A-Minor, Waxwing, Nixes Mate Review, StepAway, Ink, Sweat and Tears, HeadStuff, Minor Literatures, The Writing Disorder, The Birds We Piled Loosely, Noble/ Gas Quarterly, miller’s pond, Obra/ Artifact, TAYO, Shot Glass Journal, Poetic Diversity, Pure Slush, Harbinger Asylum, Punch, Tuck, Futures Trading, Ginosko, Peacock Journal, Anti-Heroin Chic, and many other places.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Memos by Daginne Aignend

 

I have too many thoughts in my head

No wonder that some of them slip away

It happens oft that I was about to do

or about to say something, and

suddenly another thought enters my mind.

Don’t even recall what I wanted

in the first place

These days, I have to put notes everywhere

to remember what is really important

I think, my thoughts are an ongoing

stream overflowing my brain basin

Need some more structure in my head,

starting tomorrow

I better hang a memo on the fridge,

so I won’t forget

 

 

 

Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch writer, poetess, photographic artist Inge Wesdijk. She likes hardrock music, fantasy books, is a vegetarian who loves her animals. She’s the Poetry Editor of Whispers and has been published in many poetry journals, magazines and anthologies, in the ‘Tears’ Anthology of the The New York Literary Magazine’ to name one. She has a fun project website www.daginne.com

 

 

 

Serenade: A Moment by Glory Sasikala

 

 

He wove dreams with and around me

 

I will take you to the river

and make you a raft

You can lie there and float

with the current.

I’ll lift you up by a rope to our own tree house

We will watch the blue moon together

and hear the owl hoot.

I will send you love letters on lotus leaves

down the river.

I will weave you flower garlands made of buttercups.

There are open spaces in the forest

where the bamboo bloomed and died

We will go to the stream where the wild animals drink.

I will show you how the cheetah’s eyes

shine in the dark jungle

I will show you how to make baskets

out of palm leaves

And I will make love to you

among the flowers in the hillside

where the birds sing.

 

 

 

Glory Sasikala is a poet and writer currently residing in Chennai, Tamilnadu, India. She is the Editor and Publisher of the Monthly Online Prose and Poetry magazine, ‘GloMag’ and is the administrator of the group of the same name on Facebook. She is a language editor and quality analyst by profession.

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