Poetry 4 Spring 2013
The Quantum States Of Insane Reality And Sane Fantasy
by Richard Fein
In this state of reality,
fantasy keeps one sane enough to know that fantasy is needed
to keep one within that elusive cloud of probabilities called sanity.
Without fantasy the knowledge that fantasy is needed to maintain sanity is lost,
leaving one in a state of immutable reality.
But immutable reality without fantasy eventually discombobulates
So like a quantum particle one seeks a more stable state,
which in this universe of utter reality can only be the state of total fantasy,
which by the axioms governing all existence around us equals insanity.
Thus the lunatic logic of this fantastic syllogism
leads to the ineluctable conclusion that one can exist in two states simultaneously,
utter fantasy and unremitting reality.
Bio: Richard Fein was a finalist in The 2004 New York Center for Book Arts Chapbook Competition A Chapbook of his poems was published by Parallel Press, University of Wisconsin, Madison. He has been published in many web and print journals such as: Reed, Southern Review, Roanoke Review, Skyline Magazine, Birmingham Poetry Review, Mississippi Review, Paris/atlantic, Canadian Dimension, Black Swan Review, Baltimore Review,Exquisite Corpse, Foliate Oak, Morpo Review, Ken*Again Oregon East, Southern Humanities Review, Morpo, Skyline, Touchstone, Windsor Review, Maverick, Parnassus Literary Review, Small Pond, Kansas Quarterly, Blue Unicorn, Exquisite Corpse, Terrain Aroostook Review, Compass Rose, Whiskey Island Review, Oregon East, Bad Penny Review and many, many others. Birmingham Poetry Review, Mississippi Review, Paris/atlantic, Canadian Dimension, Black Swan Review, Baltimore Review,Exquisite Corpse, Foliate Oak, Morpo Review, Ken*Again Oregon East, Southern Humanities Review, Morpo, Skyline, Touchstone, Windsor Review, Maverick, Parnassus Literary Review, Small Pond, Kansas Quarterly, Blue Unicorn, Exquisite Corpse, Terrain Aroostook Review, Compass Rose, Whiskey Island Review, Oregon East, Bad Penny Review, MUDDY RIVER POETRY REVIEW, ALLITERATI MAGAZINE, and many, many others.
He also has an interest in digital photography and many poetry magazines have published many of my photos.
Samples Of His Photography Can Be Found On
Http://Www.Pbase.Com/Bardofbyte Photo Album
by Valentina Cano
I’m going to lay this down until tomorrow.
I’ll turn my head from this catastrophe
a second before it happens
and ignore the narrator’s tick-tock of a voice.
I’ll follow myself down to the
darkest part of the woods,
curl up and breathe.
Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time either writing or reading. Her works have appeared in Exercise Bowler, Blinking Cursor, Theory Train, Cartier Street Press, Berg Gasse 19, Precious Metals, A Handful of Dust, The Scarlet Sound, The Adroit Journal, Perceptions Literary Magazine, Welcome to Wherever, The Corner Club Press, Death Rattle, Danse Macabre, Subliminal Interiors, Generations Literary Journal, A Narrow Fellow, Super Poetry Highway, Stream Press, Stone Telling, Popshot, Golden Sparrow Literary Review, Rem Magazine, Structo, The 22 Magazine, The Black Fox Literary Magazine, Niteblade, Tuck Magazine, Ontologica, Congruent Spaces Magazine, Pipe Dream, Decades Review, Anatomy, Lowestof Chronicle, Muddy River Poetry Review, Lady Ink Magazine, Spark Anthology, Awaken Consciousness Magazine, Vine Leaves Literary Magazine, Avalon Literary Review, Caduceus,White Masquerade Anthology and Perhaps I'm Wrong About the World. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Web and the Pushcart Prize.You can find her here: http://carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com
Binding the Years
by Ute Carson
I catch a whiff of childhood,
the little girl of my memory,
hand in hand with her mother,
a cherub with a dazzling smile.
The woman of my middle years I know best,
confidence encircling her like perfume,
and stumbling head over heel
into good fortune and follies.
I feel tender toward my old self,
the woman with the weather-worn face,
faltering steps, swaying from side to side,
and lifelong stored-up insights.
I am reminded of a bunch of dandelions,
turning from golden blossoms
into fluffy silver seeds
about to be winged away by a boisterous wind
in directions unknown.
NO FABLES THESE
by Oliver Rice
Not far from where Johann Sebastian Bach
, set his heartbreaking tenors to pleading with God,
the wild sows nudge their litters to the wallow,
grizzled and bristled and ferocious,
tearing the ground with their tusks
for acorns and birds’ eggs and carrion.
Elsewhere in the forest,
not far from where Johann Wolfgang Goethe
set Faust to striving for sacred knowledge
the boars paw the ground
and roll in the thickets
seething and slavering and tumescent.
Bio: Oliver Rice’s poems appear widely in journals and anthologies in the United States and abroad.
Creekwalker released an interview with him in January, 2010. His book of poems, On Consenting
to Be a Man, is published by Cyberwit and available on Amazon. His chapbook, Afterthoughts,
Siestas, and his recording of his Institute for Higher Study appeared in Mudlark in December, 2010.