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Poetry 3 Fall 2014


A Place For You

    by Allison Grayhurst


It’s nice to have a place for you

among our tattered wares.

It’s good to hold onto what little light

breaks in unawares.

One time I was travelling through

nameless streets and unclaimed yards

aching with solitude. But that was when

life was spent on dark, obscene and Godless truths.

The weather is good, whichever way I turn.

My mind is sure of only love and love only

brings on this weight.

Doubts move like maggots after the final blow

although doubts feed on a solid faith, they also cause

such a faith to grow.

It’s nice to be here half asleep watching

the grey outside.

One day soon our eyes will meet and our faces will merge

like the perfect lullaby.


Bio:   Allison Grayhurst is a full member of the League of Canadian Poets. She has over 400 poems published in more than 205 international journals and anthologies. Her book Somewhere Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers in 1995. Since then she has published ten other books of poetry and four collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing. Prior to the publication of Somewhere Falling she had a poetry book published, Common Dream, and four chapbooks published by The Plowman. Her poetry chapbook The River is Blind was published by Ottawa publisher above/ground press December 2012. Her e-chapbook Surrogate Dharma is pending publication by Kind of a Hurricane Press, Barometric Pressures Author Series. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay; www.allisongrayhurst.com.


The Vines of East Rockville

  by Marianne Szlyk


According to Celtic astrology, the vine is
indecisive, fickle,
born in the transition to fall
as the air loses its heat
and sunlight disappears
into the dark crimson

and purple of early evenings.


Many vines grow
in my neighborhood
some with flowers,
some with leaves like hearts,
others with tiny needles,
most on chain link fences. 


Even the house with scented roses, 
a teacup terrier, and peonies 
has its vines.  


The family next door plants 
vines with purple flowers
and thick-skinned peapods.
These fuse with the fence,
green and silver links together.
Once an Italian family raised grapes,
green leaves and purple fruit twining around
the arbor where an old man now sits.



Up the street a profusion
of leaves tangle with the links.
Purple flowers and red berries
and yellow leaves
show up among the green.
Young trees, too young
to bend the fence,
spring up like vines,
for now, protecting 
the abandoned 
house until it falls.


Bio: Every so often Marianne Szlyk thinks about going on a walking tour in England, but for now she is happy to explore East Rockville and parts of Washington, DC.  Her poems have appeared in Kind of a Hurricane's print anthologies beginning with Of Sun and Sand as well as in online venues such as The Blue Hour Literary Magazine, Poetry Pacific, and, soon, Pyrokinection.   She keeps a poetry blog at  http://thesongis.blogspot.com/   and hopes that you will consider submitting a poem or two to her "contest":   http://thesongis.blogspot.com/2014/08/between-summer-and-fall.html

     by Marc Carver
I see a raven
his foot stuck in cement
he opens up those arms and pulls to the sky
but goes nowhere.
He looks down
starts to peck at the ground
his head moves from side to side
again he tries to leave his last resting place
two choices remain
either he becomes a meal on a stick
a grounded plate
or a piece of him remains there
a tribute to the power
of what the earth can do to you.
Bio:Marc Carver, a British poet, was recently an internationally featured
poet at the Austin International Poetry Festival. He has published 
four books of poetry and has had some seventy or so poems published
and posted at various sites. All of his books are available on 
Amazon.com. He is now writing a book of fiction and hopes to publish
it very shortly. He performs mainly in London and will continue to 
write poetry as long as people enjoy his work.