John Hawkhead Cherry blossom floating in empty space between her last words. John Hawkhead is a writer from the South West of England. In 2021 he won the Porad Haiku Contest, the Setouchi-Matsuyama haiku Grand Prix and was a Finalist in the Trailblazer contest.
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John Hawkhead At the graveyard gate, a crow waits for me to croak the password. John Hawkhead is a writer from the South West of England. In 2021 he won the Porad Haiku Contest, the Setouchi-Matsuyama haiku Grand Prix and was a Finalist in the Trailblazer contest.
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Brianna McCadden In college, she’s learning pepper spray. Brianna McCadden, a name I’m learning.
Read MoreYvonne Zipter “Genius”
Yvonne Zipter Genius At 3:30 in the A.M., I’m always brilliant as a torch in a moonless wood—a brilliance swallowed by the light of the sun. Yvonne Zipter is the author of poetry collection Kissing the Long Face of the Greyhound, the novel Infraction, and countless insomnia-induced scraps of poetry.
Read MoreFredric Koeppel “November”
Fredric Koeppel November The Jack-o-Lantern our neighbor threw into the woods across the street, caved in, gnawed by squirrels and possums — I wish I had not seen that face at twilight, under a half-moon’s faint-hearted gauze. Fredric Koeppel has discovered that writing a one-sentence poem is harder than writing an epic.
Read MoreSarah Dickenson Synder “Ars Poetica”
Sarah Dickenson Snyder Ars Poetica As if a pipe burst inside, memory a vast field, those warm strawberries picked, fingers stained in a freshness of all I’ve touched as I hold my breath to stay in the blossoming of what Rilke advised, Go into yourself, your solitude will widen, a whole life touchable— the lemon […]
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Sarah Dickenson Snyder Looking for Signs from My Dead Mother Here I am again at my own birthday party where you’d spin a blind-folded me, the papery donkey tail clutched in my hand as I reach out for what I can’t see. Sarah Dickenson Snyder lives in Vermont, carves in stone, rides her bike, and […]
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Wayne Scheer Carpe Diem My granddaughter takes control of the day, grabs it by its neck and won’t let go, swings it over her head, lassos a runaway hour to make sure it doesn’t escape. Wayne Scheer has been nominated for five Pushcart Prizes and two Best of the Nets.
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