My Valentine by Jane Ayers Sweat

My Valentine

You were my only Valentine The shape of my heart was you But the day you were taken from me My broken heart turned blue.
You were my Valentine Loyal, loving, and true Rising from my heart's remains Will always be you.
We had only a brief time together Not near as much as we craved But someone had other plans for you How I wish we'd had time saved.
There is no Valentine for me this year Just the memories from years ago But I will see you again one fine day Where tears no longer flow.

Kashi by Rajnish Mishra Book Review

First let me say that I love books that can take my mind and body through a cultural journey of peace and reflection. Kashi is a series of sonnets reflecting on a colorful culture and depiction of life within the city.  Rajnish displays his talent for the traditional sonnet style with exciting language, rich in imagery and metaphor.  Each sonnet pays tribute to a diverse aspect of everyday life.  He also includes photos with each sonnet that brings in focus that of an ekphrastic poem.  Reading through this book, I felt as if I were living within Kashi and experiencing all the wonders of life in each setting.

Each sonnet portrays a message of hope and peace with a yearning to hear more and experience this diverse culture.  This book is a true treasure and a must read.

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Joe’s Gizmo by Charlie Brice

Joe’s Gizmo
Joe had a new gizmo, something his dad made— a handle on one side, a handle on the other, in between kite string strewn like a hand-held loom, something Gandhi might have used to weave loin cloth, but we didn’t know about Gandhi, his efforts to free his country from British rule, create peace, or that he forgave his assassin with his last breath. We were in Lions Park in 1960— ten years old under a massively blue Cheyenne sky.
Joe’s gizmo propelled our kite so high as to befuddle hope with envy. Our cheers echoed the sonorous promise, the crisp vocal cadence, of our new presidential candidate, John Kennedy. With volitant optimism we attached more string to Joe’s gizmo. Our dreams of flight at Icarus height were quickly dashed by a loosened string that snapped. Our kite disappeared into a cobalt abyss only to descend, battered and torn, three years later on the roof of a redbrick building in Dallas.

Charles W. Brice is a retired psychoanalyst and is the author of Flashcuts Out of Chaos (2016),Mnemosyne…

once Upon a Time by Lynn Long

Once Upon a Time We were but a chapter- in which to begin... Mere words of a story A tale without end Wished upon starlight,  dreamt beneath the moon A happy ever after... Written too soon

Lynn Long- Poet, writer, aspiring novelist, daydreamer and believer in the impossible
Contributing artist and Published in the following Ezines, Publications and Online Journals: Antarctica Journal Duane's PoeTree In Between Hangovers Stanzaic Stylings Poetry Poetics Pleasure Whispers

Marginalia by Gary Glauber

The museum’s long cast iron windows let in streams of refracted light; these golden arrows point the way to glass display cases that reveal  the cursive precision of one romantic poet from centuries past who composed sonnets full in his head long before ever touching quill to paper: lines of perfect iambic pentameter, well wrought and committed with meticulous care to an ideal page  in a pretend world without flaws.
The next book is its direct opposite, chaotic meanderings of the wild jocular Irishman whose obsession with language led to scribbles, doodles, lines crossed out and more. This sorry mess of ink-stained genius, a hectic collage of ideas struggling to find order and expression, captures the ongoing discontent of one dedicated beyond reason to achieving precision of meaning, striving for years toward a particular vision, a flawless Fibonacci sequence of sentence.
Standing on metaphorical shoulders of these literary giants, I take in the long view, knowing my college-ruled notebook is full of …

Out in the Distance by Holly Day

Out in the Distance
The ground welcomes me, even though I’m still alive, even now I am just another something that sends out roots wherever the dirt is soft enough to receive me. I can feel the flowers growing under my skin can feel them struggling to break free to sing out under the sun.
You can put your own roots out, too spread out over the soft grass with me, shake loose your skin let the earth in. Eventually, we might grow as high as trees, thick trunks and limbs twisting around one another in a frozen embrace blooming in a garden
of our own making.

Holly Day's poetry has recently appeared in The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore(Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is HerOwn (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes(Pski’s Porch Publishing),I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing(Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), and The Yellow Dot of a Daisy(Alien Buddha Press).

Destin by Lauren Scharhag

White sand, black bikini, stretchmarks shimmer across her lower back as she bends, lifts the baby onto her hip, and strolls out into the surf.

Lauren Scharhag is an award-winning writer of fiction and poetry.She is the author ofUnder Julia, The Ice Dragon, The Winter Prince, West Side Girl & Other Poems, and the co-author ofThe Order of the Four Sons series. Her poems and short stories have appeared in over eighty journals and anthologies, including Into the Void, The American Journal of Poetry, Gambling the Aisle and Glass: A Journal of Poetry. She lives in Kansas City, MO. To learn more about her work,