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Poetry 1 Fall 2021




      by Anne Whitehouse



The air gray, still, and parched.

The rain, when it comes, is a sprinkle

dripping silently on the ground.

The mourning dove’s call is backdrop


to the sea’s suck and ripple

that speaks of longing

and sadness, buried hopes 

like lost wrecks off rocky shores.


From the marshes comes the trilling

of red-winged blackbirds, in the thicket

the cardinal’s chirp, the meadow lark’s whistle,

chatter of a hawk chased by crows.


In the afternoon, sunlight behind

banked clouds glints off a sea

as pale as isinglass, reflecting back

my memories as I write,


until the day when words will be 

all that are left of me, 

words and images 

and other people’s memories.


Bury my body deep in the earth,

but may my soul roam free

in the shadows under the trees,

in the dancing hearts of flowers,


the setting sun and the rising moon,

the barred clouds and winds that move them,

the waters where I love to swim,

beloved haunts of my essential solitude.



Bio: Anne Whitehouse’s most recent poetry collection is OUTSIDE FROM THE INSIDE (Dos Madres Press, 2020),and her most recent chapbook is SURREALIST MUSE (Ethelzine 2020). A new chapbook, ESCAPING LEE MILLER, is forthcoming from Ethelzine.










     by John Stanizzi


              It’s freezing and snowing in New York.

                We need global warming!”

                                                -The Insurrection Inciter



November wind

crazed raging

boattailed railer

bellows through the trails


and then rain –

nearly black

for two days straight


iridescence vanished

branches’ genuflection

gems lost until

the next slothful silent

eruption of thawed earth


At Thompson’s General Store --

seedbed of Eagleville --

Burnie sorts grain, rustling around the wooden warehouse,

tosses pallets to the roadside by the tracks

near the burned-out caboose –

its scorched indifference

at the foot of the hills


we arrived from a city

that stopped pulsing on the shore

of the scoured river

many years ago

under the misconception

that the foul wind from the hill

could not reach down into our blood


we discovered we were wrong

a spark of destruction

submerged beneath our faces


we tried to leave before the lights dimmed

cursing the sky fluorescent

divertimenti of zircon weighty and fake in the yard

hangdog blueprints curled on the table


Bio: John L. Stanizzi is author of the collections Ecstasy Among Ghosts (Antrim House), Sleepwalking (Antrim House), Dance Against the Wall (Antrim House), After the Bell (BigTable), Hallelujah Time! (Big Table), High Tide – Ebb Tide (Kelsay Books), Four Bits (Grayson Press), Chants (Cervena Barva), Sundowning Main Street Rag, POND (imspired – UK)), and The Tree That Lights The Way Home (Antrim House).
John’s work has been widely published and has appeared in Prairie Schooner, The Cortland Review, American Life in Poetry, Praxis, The New York Quarterly, Paterson Literary Review, The Laurel Review, The Caribbean Writer, Blue Mountain Review, Rust + Moth, Tar River, Poetlore, Rattle, Hawk & Handsaw, Plainsongs, Patterson Literary Review, Potato Soup Journal, and many others. 
His work has been translated into Italian and appears widely in Italy, including in El Ghibli, The Journal of Italian Translations Bonafini, Poetarium, and others.  His translator is the Italian poet, Angela D’Ambra. 
His nonfiction has been published in Literature and Belief, Stone Coast Review, Ovunque Siamo, Adelaide, Scarlet Leaf, Evening Street, Praxis, Potato Soup Journal, The Red Lemon, after the pause, and others. 
John is the Flash Fiction Editor of Abstract Magazine TV, and he has read at venues all over New England, including the Mystic Arts Café, the Sunken Garden Poetry Festival, Hartford Stage, and many others.  
For many years, John coordinated the Fresh Voices Poetry Competition for Young Poets at Hill-Stead Museum, Farmington, Connecticut.  He was also a “teaching artist” for the national poetry recitation contest, Poetry Out Loud; he spent a decade with Poetry Out Loud.  
A former Wesleyan University Etherington Scholar, and New England Poet of the Year (1998), John has just been awarded an Artist Fellowship in Creative Non-Fiction -- 2021 from the Connecticut Office of the Arts for work on his new memoir. 
He teaches literature at Manchester Community College in Manchester, Connecticut, and lives with his wife, Carol, in Coventry, CT. https://www.johnlstanizzi.com

Circadian Disruption 

      by Eira Needham


Maples disrobe, bedraggled  

crimson in the shadows 

of a feeble sun. Hedgehogs  


settle beneath last season’s  

rumpled throw. I laze on my sofa,  

craving sugar and sunbeams. 


Struggling, I stagger to the window 

draw the drapes across constant dusk.  

Lethargy overwhelms as I slump 


deeper into my pillows, drifting  

intermittently away, until - 

sun blinks through maple 


arms, newly buttoning with buds. 

Its rays weave a shawl around 

my shoulders. When the hedgehog  


crawls out from his dishevelled bed 

I rise -- 

and pull back the curtains.


Bio:  Eira Needham is a retired teacher living in Birmingham UK. Her poetry has been published in print and online. She has been 'Featured Writer' in WestWard Quarterly and once came first in Inter Board Poetry Contest with a sonnet.