THE MOUNTAINS OF MARIN
( dedicated to Alexander Wraith)
by Santiago del Dardano Turann
The mountains of Marin are blurry ripples
Of plasma painted by dawn's cresting spirals.
They rise in shifting purple and in gray
Beyond the placid waters of the Bay.
Are they illusions far beyond my reach
There on the thin horizon's glassy beach
And if my feet touched on their rocky trails
Would footprints show what's hidden in the veils?
The universe, with all we know and see
Is just a scratch upon eternity;
A holographic mist from dancing currents
Of a River deep as it is silent.
It's broader landscapes are all built of 'dark
Matter' much more spooky than a quark
That lay around and in us, yet mankind
To all those worlds and vistas is left blind.
Bio: Santiago was born in April of 1968 in Cincinnati, Ohio and grew-up in rural Butler county. He does not have a college degree and has worked blue collar jobs his whole adult life. His main interest besides poetry is martial arts. www.dardanidae.yolasite.com
Ode To A Raindrop
by William Wright Harris
I am a god,
or at least,
a part of one.
I spiral,
turn in the air,
a broken tear
falling from clouds
upon the tops
of umbrellas.
I can make mud,
even puddles,
cradles for toy boats
estuaries that
boots may
jump into.
I am an unborn
snowflake, a
tiny river falling
to the earth in
a single, happy,
deadly fall.
ode to a greek salad
by William Wright Harris
tomatoes red as achilles’ blood left in the land of ilion
kalamata olives deep as helen’s hair
cucumbers proud as pan then happily sliced
feta cheese white as the clouds in zeus’ beard
bell peppers greener than the gaze of hera
onions purple the cold lips of cassandra bent skyward
olive oil poured like ambrosia over
lettuce as crisp as the hips of gaia
held lovingly in your hand before
being thrust inside you
being needed
being loved
at once nourishing and pleasing
i envy you.
Bio: William Wright Harris's poetry has appeared in such literary anthologies as Immortal Verse and Favourite Memories, through such online publications as Poet's Ink and Languageandculture.net, and literary magazines such as Write On!!! and Ascending Aspirations. He is a student of English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Tennessee- Knoxville, and has been fortunate enough to study poetry in the workshop setting from Marilyn Kallet, Arthur Smith, Jessie Janeshek and Marcel Brouwers. He has also been lucky enough to receive several awards, such as the Editor’s Choice Award from Poetry.com as well as be published in three countries: England, Canada, and of course, his native United States of America.
One Grain
by Allison Grayhurst
Bring me home
like the armadillo to its feast,
like the painter to her audience
and the captain to his sea.
Love me long in this fearful underground
where the world I see is inside out
and the laws of the land have no place
for individualism or mercy.
Touch me on the shoulder,
let me know it is your answer
and the sun will not be denied
nor will the seed die from bad weather.
Open my sight beyond this kaleidoscope
of contradiction, into the frame work of
one-light, one-way, one beautiful beginning.
Feed, me, know me.
I will be what I can be,
higher than my mind can carry,
higher still with you by my side.
Bio: Over the past twenty years, Allison Grayhurst's poems have been published in journals throughout the United States, Canada, and in the United Kingdom, including The Antigonish Review, Dalhousie Review, The New Quarterly, Wascana Review, Poetry Nottingham International, The Cape Rock and White Wall Review. Her work was also included in the Insomniac Press anthology Written In The Skin. Her book Somewhere Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers, a Porcepic Book, in Vancouver in 1995. She lives in Toronto with her husband, two children, two cats, and a dog. She also sculpts, working with clay.
