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Poetry 4 Winter 2012
Snowflake
by Linda Crate
soft and ivory
falling down
from grey skies —
washing the
world of her
stain, and
breathing new
purport into
her veins, if
only more
people could
appreciate you.
Bio: Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native. She was born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has a bachelors in English-Literature from Edinboro University of Pennsylvania. Her poetry has thus far been published in Magic Cat Press, Black-Listed Magazine, and Bigger Stones.
The Greatest Invention
by Mike Berger
Consider the many miracles of
modern inventions. Which one is the
greatest?
The computer and the information highway
has changed our way of life. It must rank
at the top of the list with running water and
indoor plumbing.
The automobile must rank at the top, or
perhaps the airplane. Consider space
vehicles, satellites, and the Hubble
telescope.
For teenagers, it must be the cell phone.
Having a severe case of ADHD, I have
a much different take. I tend to forget
everything. For me, the greatest invention
is the yellow sticky note. When it came
along, I didn't have to staple notes to my
forehead.
Bio: Mike Berger is an MFA, PhD. He is retired and writes poetry and short stories full time. He has been writing poetry for less than three years. His work appears in seventy-one journals. He has published two books of short stories and four poetry chapbooks .He is a member of The Academy of American Poets.
LITTLE BIRD
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
This little bird asked me this evening
if I was in love. The bird was whispering
the names of all the people I loved.
There in the street the little bird was
perched on a streetlight. I heard its
soft voice. I wondered how the little bird
knew the names of all the people I loved.
Bio: Luis lives and works in Southern California. He was born in Mexico.
His poems have appeared in Online and Print Journals.Peering into the Sun available at:
A review.
On the Way to the Littlejohn Pasture
by Douglas Polk
the saddle creaks its complaint as weight shifts upon the leather,
hill after lonely hill,
empty,
devoid of all,
except space, sand,
grass and sky,
eyes drawn to the horizon and the next hill,
wondering if more of the same exists beyond its ridge,
a silent prayer offered before the next ridge peaked,
"please God, no more of the same",
as if in answer to the prayer,
the next hill crest reveals a valley green with grass and water,
the middle of this Eden dominated by a windmill pumping its life sustaining water from the underground,
the windmill will not be attacked as Quixote would,
but instead will be praised by the parched lips of all who partake of its goodness.
Bio:Douglas Polk is a poet living in the wilds of central Nebraska with his wife and two boys. He has had numerous poems , three books of poems, and two children's books published. Poetry books are: In My Defense, The Defense Rests, On Appeal. The children's books are: The Legend of Garle Pond, and Marie's Home.
by Marianne Woeste
The old, yellowed photograph
of the vibrant, young couple
lay, like an open book,
beside a cup of cold coffee
on an antique nightstand,
slightly older than she.
The young boy, inches taller
than the young girl,
wears his confidence
like a medal.
His long, shaggy hair
like the time
is a bit too rebellious,
He smiles widely,
as if he has life by the tail,
while his eyes, hydrangea blue,
look over the girl’s head,
past where she stands.
She wears a graduation gown of white
and carries a bouquet of red roses,
barely open, like her.
Frozen, she leans against him
with the uncertainty
of a novice swimmer
in the deep end of the pool.
Her eyes, full of questions,
search to find his.
Picking up the old, cold coffee,
she wonders where the boy is today,
what his life has become.
Has he found what he was looking for?
Or, is he still looking
over some woman’s head,
just past where she stands?
Bio: After Marianne retired from teaching, she began pursuing her passion for writing that had only been a pastime during her working years. When Marianne is not writing, she can be found reading, hiking, or drinking coffee with friends in coffee shops around Dayton.
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