Thursday, December 8, 2016

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year From Stanzaic Stylings

Snow Goddess Sabrina by Joanne Olivieri


Sabrina, Photo by Gary Hoshiyama


Sabrina, Photo by Gary Hoshiyama

Me and Sabrina @ The Culver Club in Culver City, CA
Photo by Gary Hoshiyama




Snow Goddess

For Sabrina

Her eyes reflect
the Sun’s kiss
as she walks
upon water.

Her wisdom traced
on paw print sands
as she softly treads
along the shore.

She dreams
of snow-laden earth
while paws frolic
upon icy sea foam.

Sabrina, goddess of snow
spreads warmth
melts hearts
on Winter’s playground

with love…


joanneolivieri.weebly.com
mypoeticjourney.weebly.com

Courageous Woman By Desiree Cady



Courageous Woman
By Desiree Cady

I don't know how you do it
How you keep faking your beautiful smile
When I know the pain you've known
Keeps you walking those extra miles

You say that faith gets you through
You owe it to your prayers
I look at you in disbelief
I can't help but to stop and stare

You possess a strength inside you
Precious and unique
You say what needs to be said
When others are too frightened to speak

You hold within you a power
So unbelievably strong
You say what is on your mind
Even when you know it may be wrong

You stand up tall, You stand and fight
Through so many of your demons
So many others would lie down and fail
For so many different reasons

Do me a favor for just this once
Take a hard look inside of you
There is such tremendous bravery
In everything you do.

©2016



Bio
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
Www.Facebook.com/Gemini.allure 

Dinner Is Served by Crystal Price

DINNER IS SERVED

I'll eat you raw...
I'll sip you dry...
I'll stew your insides...
While I snack on your cries...

I'll garnish your tenders...
I'll season your loins...
I'll dress your openings...
Sell your rarities for coin...

I'll bask you in sauces...
I'll drench you in wines...
I'll sauté your flesh...
Leave no scraps behind...

I'll seat you front and center...
Watch you get what you deserve...
I'll lift my glass in merriment...
Alas, dinner is served

©Crystal Price ©Crystal Cunha ©2015


Bio: 

Name: Crystal Price
Age: 34
Residence: Fresno, CA

I started writing poetry as a preteen living in the foster care system. Poetry was the oxygen that kept me from becoming an emotional vegetable. Poetry me & I it. Poetry is my life support, and my survival has, & always will depends on it.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

PLAYPEN OF PIGS by Crystal Price

PLAYPEN OF PIGS

They drug me raw...
While you lamed me...

No birdies...
Just black...

Spats of disapproval...
Limbs have no value here...

Teasing me with end's prospect...
Stuffing my listeners with wet oink...

Bleek for the hopeful...
Some asphalt, some sand...
Meek for the naive...
Not abuse, just men being men...

In the eyes of passerbys...
Fear dances a jig...
A hooved dedication...
In the playpen of pigs

©Crystal Cunha ©Crystal Price ©2015


Bio: 

Name: Crystal Price
Age: 34
Residence: Fresno, CA

I started writing poetry as a preteen living in the foster care system. Poetry was the oxygen that kept me from becoming an emotional vegetable. Poetry me & I it. Poetry is my life support, and my survival has, & always will depends on it.

It All Comes Down To You by Melissa R. Mendelson

It All Comes Down To You
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

Swallow me down,
so I can return
back into the womb,
where evil can’t penetrate
the fabric of time
as I lie safe
inside of you.
Bring me inside,
so my body becomes yours.
And we can become one
as well as untouchable
for love is stronger than hate.
Enter my mind,
and stay with me
for dark times lie ahead,
where nobody can survive alone.
Seal me in
to those memories you carry,
so I’ll always be remembered
as well as the times we’ve shared.
Take me back
from the arms of depression
and put hope into my heart
as I look deep into your eyes
while your arms are wrapped around me
to protect me from harm.
Carry me off
into the sweetest dream,
where I can be happy
and sleep peacefully.
Fill me up
because my fear has drained me,
and I have no energy to stand.
Take my hand
and pull me back up
because I feel like I am falling
down this huge, dark hole
as more terror strikes above
and leaves the ground crumbling,
but I won’t become lost
as long as you don’t let go.


Stripped by Crystal Price

STRIPPED


You stripped away my right to choose...

Stuffed my lips with hatred...

Forced my hands to unsow good seeds...

Lamed my limbs through calculated savagry...

You are no more than a cowering simpleton...

A starving jackal in a field of sheep...

Stop right where you are...

Your business here is done...

You have sealed every fate...

Uprooted all that could be moved...

Move along now...

Your work here is done!

©Crystal Cunha ©Crystal Price ©2015


Bio: 

Name: Crystal Price
Age: 34
Residence: Fresno, CA

I started writing poetry as a preteen living in the foster care system. Poetry was the oxygen that kept me from becoming an emotional vegetable. Poetry me & I it. Poetry is my life support, and my survival has, & always will depends on it.

Literally, My Neck by Jerry Durick

Literally, My Neck

I travel here and there at break neck speeds
stick my neck out when I must, and happily
recall when I could neck for hours on end, but
at times my neck can also become something
quite literal, literally that stem between my torso
and head, the vertebrae I’ve seen posed painfully
in x-rays, that DMZ I’ve counted on for years
the link I need to help me nod and turn my head
when someone who turns heads goes by, hold my
head up despite the circumstances, bow it when
I feel humbled, I’ve clothed it in neckties and
scarves, necklaces and chains, stretched it, hid it,
know I could hang by it, can stretch it too far
a guillotine awaits, my executioner tests his blade
sends this preview, this literal pain in the neck
that doesn’t go away, impervious to pills and
ready to follow me through my neck of the woods.


J. K. Durick is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Social Justice Poetry, Tuck Magazine, Yellow Chair ReviewSynchronized Chaos, and Haikuniverse.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Torrid sincerity by Daginne Aignend

Torrid sincerity


If I could build a bridge
out of sunshine
And only sincere-hearted
people could cross it
without getting the
soles of their feet burned
How many would beg
for a rain shower to
ease the pain
...
Probably I would make a
nice profit, selling
burn ointments and
blister plasters at the
opposite side


© Daginne Aignend


Bio

Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk.
She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books. She is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals.
Daginne started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website
www.daginne.com

eastward by Laura Minning

e a s t w a r d

I turn eastward
to allow the radiance of the sun
to light my way.

And I allow the moon
to descend without grace
from Heaven’s warmth
and peaceful embrace.

My hopes have been liberated
from the chains that were made
to bind them.

And I bask in the knowledge
that I have been victorious
over all of the pain and suffering
that I have chosen to leave
far behind.

~laura j. minning
excerpt from “a verbal collage”

c. november  2006



Laura Minning began writing creatively at the age of nine. She’s become an award winning published poet and author since that time. All in all, she’s had one-hundred and seven individual poems, six articles, two books, two plays and one piece of prose published in both hard copy and on-line. Her work has been featured in publications like “Literature Today”, “Amulet Magazine” and “Slate & Style”.

Laura received her first Editor’s Choice Award in 1993 for “bronx zoo” and her first International Merritt of Poetry Award in 1995 for “introspection” by the National Library of Poetry. Poetry.com recognized her work a decade later by granting her the title of International Poet of the Year.

Laura’s artistic accomplishments are equally impressive. She’s had eighty-five original pieces exhibited and eleven published. Her work has been displayed in venues like the VMFA Studio School, Haverhill Public Library and Barcode.

The Barcode exhibit featured thirty-six pieces of Laura’s artwork during the month of February in 2016. Four pieces were sold over the course of opening weekend, and the exhibition was sponsored by Bacardi.

Part of all sale proceeds from Laura’s creative works is donated to charity. She donates to the National Federation of the Blind for her poetry sales and the VCU Massey Cancer Center for art sales. Additional information about Laura and her work can be found by logging onto her web-site at http://bluerosecreations.wix.com/bluerose.

As a person with low vision and blindness, Laura hopes to inspire other creative people to never allow anything to hinder them from reaching for the stars and accomplishing their dreams If you were to ask her about her creative successes, she would tell you that the difficult is but the work of the moment, and the impossible takes a little longer.

Iridescent by Lynn Long



Iridescent 

silken

strands 

intricately 

woven

disband

For 

again 

and 

again

the 

spider

will 

spin

Until 

her

web 

of 

magnificence

becomes

a

deadly

trap 

of

silence


Lynn Long is an aspiring writer/novelist.

Friday, December 2, 2016

The Paperback by Sandy Hiss

The Paperback

She loved to read thrillers in the
safety of her warm bed. The cashmere
throw purred on her lap like an orange
tabby while her fingers stroked the

virgin paper. The paperback held endless
possibilities; she felt the excitement
building up into goosebumps. The curious
moon stepped on top of a cloud, trying

to get a better view between slats of
vinyl shades; they thought him rude, a
voyeur, invading their personal space. 
This was a private show and he wasn't

invited. Page after page, she turned her 
fears into aphrodisiacs, swallowing them 
whole until she was full. Never feeling 
the ache that throbbed in her heart. 



Bio:  Gracen Hiss writes poetry and fiction. Her latest poetry chapbook, The Lilac City, was published by Origami Poems Project.  Her first novel, a gothic fantasy, The Rosegiver, was published in February 2016. She enjoys horror/mystery movies & books, wandering through old cemeteries, and perusing antique shops. Gracen currently resides in Southern California with her husband and two children, although she considers the Pacific Northwest home.

Link to my website:  GracenHiss.webs.com

Ceremony of a Kind by Neil Ellman


(painting by Perle Fine)




Ceremony of a Kind

(after the painting by Perle Fine)


In celebration of the day
our world ended
and a new one born
swaddled in a cloth of stars
we march to the beat
of a distant drummer
and raise our flags to victory
and the magical arrogance
of the children we were.

It is a ceremony of a kind
with ritual sacrifice
letting of blood
effigies on fire
and painted faces
to mask our misgivings
and our fear
no longer children
we parade beneath
the arches of a life
we had left behind.

We are the inheritors
of a history
forgotten or never learned
that we shall repeat
because we have
no other choice.


Neil Ellman is a poet from New Jersey.  He has published numerous poems, more than 1,000 of which are ekphrastic and written in response to works of modern art, in print and online journals, anthologies and chapbooks throughout the world.  He has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize and twice for Best of the Net.

Editors Note: This is an ekphrastic poem and based on a work of modern art. The title of this poem is that of the original image, Ceremony of a Kind by Perle Fine- Image shown above.


I Believe In Trees by Joan McNerney

I Believe in Trees

Those silent citadels
standing against long
nights of wind and cold.

Broken willow bramble
scratches a pale sky after
yesterday’s ice storm.

Each spring small buds
blossom as bugs and
butterflies orbit boughs.

Green new leaf fits
your hand so perfectly.
The future lies in your palm.

Birds reciting litany in woods.
Each rainfall the forest 
grows taller, more verdant.

Summer afternoons…trees
sashay in sunshine showing
off their emerald gowns.

Winds sway maple branches.
Leaves drop like butterflies
falling to the warm earth.

Red yellow brown carpets
of crunchy foliage spread
over roads welcoming us.



Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations. 

Effective Immediately by Joan McNerney

Effective Immediately

I want to become an
Ambassador for Rain!

Why the bad image?
Birds love rain. 
Tweeting through
dry spells for water.
They flutter from leaf
to bud for a sip.

It’s super creative…
feeding tree roots, wild flowers.
Without rain…no blessed
blue lakes, rivers, streams.

Open your eyes.  Rain clings 
to window panes, miniature globes
of splendor.  Listen as pitter
pattering skips over rooftops.

Consider your thirst for 
liquid pleasures. Gather up
in green reverie. Dance
barefoot on this emerald earth
joining me in jubilant chorus.


Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations. 

On The Plain by David Francis

On the Plain

The wind has drowned out the footsteps
behind me
and the telephone lines
go my way
like trees beside a road --
I am looking for
the ones that cross.
I see tall buildings in the distance:
there's nothing to obscure them.
I realize the past is not
what I want; but I'm lonely.
I want to stop.
I want to go back.
I'm tempted to.

But I have to catch up,
carrying a heavy load.



Biography:

David Francis has produced five albums of songs,
one of poems, and "Always/Far," a chapbook of
lyrics and drawings.  His film "Village Folksinger"
has been screened in New York, Texas, Connecticut
and England.  David's poems and stories have
appeared in a number of journals and anthologies.
http://davidfrancismusic.com/

The Protagonist by Laura Minning

t h e   p r o t a g o n i s t

I am a beacon of hope,
   on a wet and rainy day.

While forming a shelter
   from heaven’s tears
   and clouds subject to decay.

I am always on hand,
   where ever droplets can be found,
   so take me for granted
   because I’ll always be around.


~laura minning
excerpt from
“a verbal collage”
c. november 2006

Laura Minning
Exhibiting Abstract Artist,
Published Poet & Author

Laura Minning began writing creatively at the age of nine. She’s become an award winning published poet and author since that time. All in all, she’s had one-hundred and seven individual poems, six articles, two books, two plays and one piece of prose published in both hard copy and on-line. Her work has been featured in publications like “Literature Today”, “Amulet Magazine” and “Slate & Style”.

Laura received her first Editor’s Choice Award in 1993 for “bronx zoo” and her first International Merritt of Poetry Award in 1995 for “introspection” by the National Library of Poetry. Poetry.com recognized her work a decade later by granting her the title of International Poet of the Year.

Laura’s artistic accomplishments are equally impressive. She’s had eighty-five original pieces exhibited and eleven published. Her work has been displayed in venues like the VMFA Studio School, Haverhill Public Library and Barcode.

The Barcode exhibit featured thirty-six pieces of Laura’s artwork during the month of February in 2016. Four pieces were sold over the course of opening weekend, and the exhibition was sponsored by Bacardi.

Part of all sale proceeds from Laura’s creative works is donated to charity. She donates to the National Federation of the Blind for her poetry sales and the VCU Massey Cancer Center for art sales. Additional information about Laura and her work can be found by logging onto her web-site at http://bluerosecreations.wix.com/bluerose.

As a person with low vision and blindness, Laura hopes to inspire other creative people to never allow anything to hinder them from reaching for the stars and accomplishing their dreams If you were to ask her about her creative successes, she would tell you that the difficult is but the work of the moment, and the impossible takes a little longer.

Healing a Broken Soul by Desiree Cady



Healing a Broken Soul

You shivered when I touched you
Although my hands were warm
You bundled yourself up in protective clothing
Though the bright skies show no sign of storm

A bitter heart is broken
A soul I see you've lost
All of the people in your past
They've hurt you..just see what it has cost

You cannot go on living
In a world where you are full of fear
How do I do it you ask
Listen closely, let me whisper in your ear

I have gone back to the trusting
Little girl I used to know
So convinced the world means well
Yes, it is delusional I know

I put on a happy front
Place a smile upon my face
Take myself somewhere else
A much better place

I tell myself I could remain
Damaged broken and bruised
But that would be just one more way
I would be allowing myself to be used

So I remember how much love
I once had inside my heart
I provide that to the world
And tell myself I am doing my part

You may see me as caring,
trusting and naive
At times I do appear to carry
My heart upon my sleeve

But deep inside I am always scared
I hide behind my walls
So convinced that sooner or later
The devil will again come to call

But for now I polish myself up
Tighten my own wings
For if i hide my beautiful self
There would be no sadder thing.

©2016
Desiree Cady


Bio
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
Www.Facebook.com/Gemini.allure 

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Snow by Jerry Durick

Snow

The man we made-up --
dressed and groomed --
is gone now.

The man we grew --
added to, subtracted from --
is gone now.

The man we built --
talked to, laughed with --
is gone now. 

The man we created --
wished for, planned on --
is gone now.

Perhaps,
we'll find his hat
or gloves sometime
and hear his voice fading
just out of reach.

But the man we knew
would be gone one day
is gone now.


J. K. Durick is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Social Justice Poetry, Tuck Magazine, Yellow Chair ReviewSynchronized Chaos, and Haikuniverse.