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Poetry 4 Winter 2017
In This Jungle
    by Sanjeev Sethi
Certain loves can’t be defined.
They reach beyond the boundaries
set by society.
I am in this jungle,
hooked on heat
by fever that will singe me.
Colleagues suggest:
“Meditation may be of use.”
Different jungles get burnt
on different days.
Who then would know,
this one was set
in the jungle of my heart?
Fixed to fire
by fever that consumed me.
Bio:SANJEEV SETHI   is the author of three well-received books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world: 3:AM Magazine, The Tower Journal, Peacock Journal, The Penmen Review, Red Fez, Indiana Voice Journal, The Penwood Review, Drunk Monkeys, Easy Street, Novelmasters, Poetry Pacific, Transnational Literature, Postcolonial Text, Bluepepper, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India. 
High Steel Flyers
       by  Tom Sheehan
We rode the steel
all day long, monkey grip
in the morning on the climb up,
breakfast of steak
and eggs hanging in guts
hanging in the perilous airs,
lunch calling orders
when the first hungry rivet
sank hotly into its 100-year bed.
Wind and rain are
belly achers, beat on bone,
wear like erosion in the mind,
cause gullies
of distorted thinking,
feed your body to brittle ethers,
the long drop.
The sudden stop’s what hurts,
suffering gravity, universal gravitation,
not getting home
at night, frosted on the ground
like the maple’s final leaf of summer
is taken by fall.
I’ve been the lone point
of connection as two sides joined up
from disparate ways,
as if a truce had been signed
between the infernal opposites.
I’ve seen men fall
fledglings from the awful nest,
their helmets flying punctuation parts,
small rain of tools
discharging from their belts,
racing them down, all the way down.
When Flack Lawson flew
he went like Lucifer, knowing
some hot jazz was hard on his ass.
Bio:: Tom Sheehan has published 28 books, which include the western collections The Nations,  Where Skies Grow Wide and Cross Trails published by Pocol Press, and Six Guns, Inc., by Nazar Look. 2 and three titles issued in 2016, ... The Cowboys, Swan River Daisy and Jehrico. He has  multiple work in following publications: Rosebud, Literally Stories, Dm du Jour, Danse Macabre, Linnet’s Wings, Serving House Journal, EclecticaCopperfield ReviewLa Joie Magazine, Soundings East, Vermont Literary Review, Literary OrphansIndiana Voices Journal, Frontier TalesWestern Online Magazine, Provo Canyon ReviewVine Leaves Journal, Nazar Look, EastlitRope & Wire Magazine, The Literary Yard, Green Silk Journal, Fiction on the Web, The Path, Faith-Hope and Fiction, The Cenacle, etc. He has 30 Pushcart nominations, and five Best of the Net nominations (and one winner) and short story awards from Nazar Look for 2012- 2015. He has been named Writer-in-Residence at Danse Macabre. His Author's Page, Tom Sheehan, is on Amazon.

Sheehan served in the 31st Infantry, Korea 1951-52, and graduated Boston College in 1956. His books are Epic Cures; Brief Cases, Short SpansCollection of FriendsFrom the Quickening; The Saugus Book; Ah, Devon Unbowed; Reflections from Vinegar Hill; This Rare Earth & Other Flights, and Vigilantes East.  eBooks include Korean Echoes (nominated for a Distinguished Military Award)The Westering, (nominated for National Book Award); from Danse Macabre are Murder at the Forum (NHL mystery)Death of a Lottery Foe, Death by Punishment, and An Accountable Death. In the Garden of Long Shadows and The Nations (2014), and Where Skies Grow Wide (2015) were published by Pocol Press, and Six Guns, Inc., 2015, by Nazar Look. He was co-editor of A Gathering of Memories, and Of Time and the River, two collections about home town of Saugus, Massachusetts, both 400+ pages, 4500 copies sold, all proceeds from $40.00 each cost destined for a memorial scholarship for co-editor, John Burns, director of the English Department at Saugus High School for 45 years. After conception of the idea for the books, and John asked for material by former students, and with a proposal of actions and schedules prepared for a local bank, ten of his former students signed a loan for $60,000 to print two books not yet written!!!!



Truce To a Dying Soul

  by Kim Hazelwood


Sirens screaming predawn

Smoke plumes bounce and billow,

Smoldering old place on Main Street,

Beautiful historical district antique.


On the coldest day, finally felt like winter.

You watch from a window riveted for  hours

Glued to the Gloom.


Fascination for the firemen fighting, so skilled

With the science of destruction,

The seduction of combustion,

Gallons of water  sprayed past infinity,

Begging truce to a dying soul.


The Inferno, the beast

Took six hours to bring down

Everything lost with confetti ashes  falling  like  overdue snow.

In the end, a reduction, a heaping rubble.


The persistence of a fixated fire,

Not fair, not fair,

Just last night,

With all its might,

The  old place

Was still standing there.


Melancholia of such a sad shame

It digs down deep where your heart

Falls from the clearing sky.


 Bio: Kim Hazelwood is the editor of this litzine. Recent  publications include:  Peace is Bliss from When Women Awaken, War issue.She and her husband  have snuggled up in the Shenandoah  Mountains, with their daughter and  two cats and one dog.