Friday, March 24, 2017

Love's Sweet Reverie by Lynn Long

           Love's Sweet Reverie

You are a memory, lost within dream
Awakening my soul before time seen
Only in moonbeams I remember sweet
The love we felt on a warm summer night
The euphoria spent in Autumns light
As our bodies entwined becoming one
Igniting passion beneath celestial sun
Destined to meet in blissful reverie
Our souls sing in perfect harmony
Alas, where we begin... we must also end
For our love exists in dreams hidden
So eternally within loves abyss
I will meet you always to share a kiss

Lynn Long is an aspiring writer/novelist.

A Faint Trace of Light by Melissa R. Mendelson

A Faint Trace of Light

It wasn’t our first date. We actually had been dating for a few months now, but the dates were more of friendship than what he wanted. I knew that eventually his patience would run out, and tonight, it did. And his car ran out of gas, leaving us in a tight space, waiting on a tow truck, and it was here, where he made his move, not taking No for an answer. So, I left, now stranded in the cold woods that surrounded me.

I could hear him yelling for me to get back into the car, but I ignored him. Maybe, if he wasn’t so rough, I would change my mind. Maybe, if he wasn’t pushing me into the backseat, I would say that I was wrong. I knew that eventually we would do it, but not in a car, not like this. This was all wrong, and suddenly, his car sprung to life. And he floored it down the road, disappearing from sight. I’m sure his car would die again, and I hoped that he too would be left stranded in the woods. But still, where did that leave me?

It was getting colder now. I could see my breath rise and fall before my face. Why didn’t I bring my gloves? They said that winter was over with, but it was bullshit. It had to be about twenty degrees, and maybe, if I was lucky, I would see that tow truck on the road. And I would run to it for help. Hell, I would run to any car now for help. I just hope that it wouldn’t be some god forbid axe murderer, but if I didn’t get warm soon, I was going to freeze. And that scared me even more.

It was just out of the corner of my eye, where I spotted a small house, which was strange. I didn’t think that anyone lived in these woods. There were hikers often passing through here. There were bears and coyotes, which I should not think on right now. What about wolves? No, I
can’t think like that, but for someone to live here? Why would they live here, but as I got closer, I saw that the house was in disarray. The front door was hanging sideways, reminding me of those Wild West saloons, and the floor groaned underneath my weight, threatening to break. What if I fell through to the bottom? Would someone save me? Unfortunately, I knew the answer to that question, but thank God, for the fireplace. There was enough debris here, wood and newspaper that I was able to gather up, and I was grateful for the pack of matches I always had in my bag. My friends joked about it especially because I didn’t smoke, but hey, you never know when matches would come in handy. And tonight, they did.

The fire started quickly, killing the chill growing in my bones. Tomorrow, I would have to leave here and find civilization once again. At least, my parents thought that I was with him, so they shouldn’t worry. That is unless he calls my house, looking for me, and then that would cause a panic. But there was nothing that I could do about it. For right now, I was here, trapped but no longer cold, and I was even beginning to doze when a shadow nearby moved.

My body bolted upright. The hair on my arms and back of my neck snapped. My eyes darted around the small, confined space. The floor creaked as if someone had stepped upon it, but I did not move. I remained curled up by the fire, and my hands were now curling into fists. I wasn’t alone. This room seemed to have grown eyes, and my breath echoed against the broken walls. Someone was here, and they were close. And then a hand fell upon my shoulder, and I screamed, jumping to my feet and spinning around until I fell down. And that was when I saw her, a small ghost of a child, who looked more frightened than me.

A moment later, I heard a door slam shut. My mind raced rapidly. I could leave here, go back out into the cold and hope to find rescue. I could stay by the fire in hopes that the ghost would stay far from me. Instead, I slowly got to my feet and moved toward where I heard that door close. What was I doing, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was now standing outside that door, and I was reaching for the door handle when suddenly that child opened the door. And she gestured for me to come inside.

The bedroom was in ruins. Maybe, a fire had torn through this place. Something bad had happened here, but whatever it was happened a long time ago. And this little girl moved away from me and toward a burnt, broken window. She sat on the floor and stared at a charred rocking horse, which she then gently rocked back and forth. She kept her attention on it, but that was until I sat on the floor near the window. And when she looked at me, I didn’t see hate or anger. I saw sadness, and it broke my heart on how alone this little girl really was.
“Tell me a story,” she whispered to me as she played with her horse.
“What kind of story,” I asked. “Any kind,” and then she appeared by my side, curling up against my chest. “Just tell me a story,” she whispered, almost crying out those words. “Please,” she said.

“I will tell you the story that my mother once told me. Once upon a time, there was this shadow of a little girl. Nobody could see her as she went to school or rode the bus home. Nobody could see her as she stood against the walls at the school parties. All she wanted was to be seen, to be danced with, but she was ignored. The only ones that ever saw her were her family, who was showered in this most brilliant light, and she wanted to be seen in that light. But her mother told her that she had to find herself first. If she didn’t find who she really was, she would be stuck as a shadow, and this little girl tried and tried to discover herself. But she couldn’t see past her own darkness, and then one day, she saw a tiny bit of light coming from her chest. When she tried to pull it out, it disappeared, bringing tears to her eyes, but then it appeared again. This time, she gently placed her hand over it, and suddenly, she could hear her heart beat, a beat that was so foreign to her because it sounded like life, love, which she knew nothing about. But as she listened to this newfound beat, her darkness started to melt, and she started to glow. And this brilliant white light showered over her, and then everyone saw her. The world saw her for who she really was deep inside.”

The next morning, I awoke and found myself alone. The charred rocking horse was left near me. Sunlight shined in through the burnt, broken window. The floor creaked as I moved, and I almost missed it. On the floor written in the dirt were two words, two words that made me cry. “Thank You” she had written, and something inside told me that she was now gone.

Reflection of broken mind By Desiree Cady

Reflection of broken mind

Why is it that they call it dark 
These feelings that I feel?
Don't they know I need to tell
In order for my mind to heal?

I do not think this pain should be 
Thought as negative or wrong
Some people keep it locked up inside 
That doesn't mean that I am not as strong

For many years I let my pain 
Stay buried deep within
But I began to feel like I would burst
At the slightest prick of a pin

So now I let it out 
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
Hoping my words help others
Find strength and in themselves believe

I do not have it all figured out
Of that I must admit
I am still working on it day by day
Each one I get better if only just a bit

©2017 Desiree Cady 

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Neighbor by Jerry Durick


At his funeral, we
filled a whole pew.
“The neighbors,”
I heard someone say.
Family and other friends
made a modest crowd
in a church that size
at that hour, an hour
just a few weeks ago
he would have been out
working on his lawn
picking up this or that
raking, sweeping, making 
his yard, his world a bit
better than he found it.
We, neighbors knew him
that way, a nod, a wave
a joke about whatever
he or we were doing
sometimes a longer visit
little more, in that way
he was there making
our neighborhood, his
world better than 
when he found it.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Satin Red and Strawberry Daiquiri by Blanca Alicia Garza

Satin Red and Strawberry Daiquiri 

There is ink
upon his skin. 
A sweet poem wrapped 
in flesh and bones. 
Sin dressed in black,  
lips of strawberry daiquiri.
Sweet temptation that 
I would love to read
with my fingertips,
between every line,
between every word
until the last chapter. 
Learning the entire story 
that hides there
behind his beautiful 
deep blue eyes. 
To write the beginning 
of a new story among
satin red sheets.

Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Some of her poems are published in the Poetry Anthology, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", now available at Blanca's published work can be viewed at The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review as well as Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.

Thoughts From The Saddle: A Cowboy's Musings by Barney Cissell Book Review

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This is the first time I have experienced cowboy poetry. I have always loved western cinema and cowboy tales but have never read cowboy poetry until now. I have to say, after reading this book I am thoroughly enchanted by this genre. The poetry has an air of contemplation and brings forth the emotions of everyday life along the range. There are a couple of poems which stand out. One being A Cowboy's Heart which speaks to love and loss with an emphasis on healing. It is beautifully styled and explores the intricacies of the heart. Another is Dad's Ol' Boots which personally gripped at my heart, bringing back memories of my own father.

This book is filled with life and love and told with a contemplative voice that sets the stage for a wonderful calm and introspective read.

I highly recommend this book.

Review by:
Joanne Olivieri Editor
Stanzaic Stylings

Antennas of Absence by Sudeep Adhikari

Antennas of Absence

“The house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.” ― Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

I look at the mosaic of corroded bricks,  
on the skin of an earthquake ridden house
in my neighborhood. Almost a Pollock's
 like painting of an overpowering
absence. I can't unfeel it.

What have you in your innermost depths?
What is the grammar of your mute,
 which speaks the language of a melting day?
What is the color of infinity, trapped inside
the cuboids of your incomplete death?

Questions translate to answers in themselves,  
and absence is not always a void.
Right on its thin concrete slab, a bird sits
and watches over an anxious city,
sending radio-waves to satellites of unnamable aches. 

Bio: Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer  from Kathmandu, Nepal.   His recent publications were with   Red Fez , Kyoto  , Your One Phone Call, Jawline Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Yellow Mama, Fauna Quarterly, Beatnik Cowboys, After The Pause, Poetry Pacific, Silver Birch Press and  Vox Poetica. 

Daddy's little girl by Desiree Cady

Daddy's little girl

He was filled with nervous energy
As he took her hand in his
Being in the church on this day
Was an event he'd never miss 

He took his place beside her
As she wore that white dress
His heart filled with pride
There was something he needed to address

He said, " You are the most beautiful girl
That  I have ever known
I enjoyed every moment with you 
Watched you over the years as you've grown"

"I am about to watch you leave me
Take the next step in your life
I am about to give you to this man
You are about to be his wife"

He turned to the groom
With a protective gleam in his eye
Said, "This is Daddy's little girl,
Don't you ever make her cry"

"Consider this a warning
This girl is my everything
If you ever cause her harm
Hell on you I promise I will bring"

"Treat her like a princess
Love her like a queen
Show her what the word love is
Show her what it means"

To her he turned
As a tear fell from his eye,
"You'll always be daddy's girl
Even though you're married to this guy"

"Always remember, don't ever forget
You will always have my heart
There will never be anything I won't do
No distance that will keep us apart"

"If you ever need me
Just you let me know
There is no limit for what I'll do for you 
No distance I won't go"

©2017 Desiree Cady

I am a 33 year old mother of two beautiful girls who have been my saving grace. After a brutal attack a few years ago, I have been plagued by PTSD. After the attack and a few suicide attempts, I vowed to tell my story and help inspire others to get help and to know that they are not alone. 
I am currently wrapping up two manuscripts for publication and am set to be published in an upcoming anthology that will come out mid - November.

You can find more of my work at