Friday, September 15, 2017

The Buddha Speaks by Gu Cheng

Photo of Tian Tan Buddha taken by Joanne Olivieri in Hong Kong 2008

The Buddha Speaks

I am poor
I have no place to weep

my occupation s fixed
fixedly I sit
a thousand years
come wearing the richest of smiles
go subtly extending a hand
as if having given something to humanity

I don't know what I can give
and don't hope to gain
I just want to keep my tears
keep them till my work is done

deep green sandalwood turns to ash
parched red stars
are falling

by Gu Cheng (1956 - 1993)

Gu Cheng (simplified Chinese顾城traditional Chinese顧城; September 24, 1956 – October 8, 1993) was a famous Chinese modern poet, essayist and novelist. He was a prominent member of the "Misty Poets", a group of Chinese modernist poets.

Sunset Over Victoria Harbor In Hong Kong by Joanne Olivieri

Photo taken by Joanne Olivieri Victoria Harbour Hong Kong 2008

Sunset Over Victoria Harbor In Hong Kong

And the sun retreats
high aglow orange canvas
where I’ve seen this same glow
half a world away
on a different horizon.

And the daylight verbiage
quelled by deafening quiet
whispers secrets
to passerby clouds
never remembered.

And the harbour bids
“farewell Sun Goddess”
drowning in darkness
gently awaiting
a symphony of lights.

Until we meet again…


Thursday, September 14, 2017

Free of the Shadows by Blanca Alicia Garza

Free of the Shadows 

Caress my skin with
the softness of the
feather of a Raven...
make love to my inner 
demons, let them know 
you've come to stay,
that you aren't afraid
of the storm and darkness 
inside my heart.
Teach me to believe again 
to give my heart without fear, 
take my hand and set 
me free of the shadows,
stay here with me...
always and forever.

(Initially published on Indiana Voice Journal)

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

Do You Know Me? by Michael Ceraolo

Do You Know Me?

A century later that question was the tagline
for a credit-card company's commercial
touting the advantages of their card
to stamp one with the mark of distinction

I did not have such a card,
but I was the unanimous choice
of the seventeen Union state governors
to speak that day at Gettysburg
 Newspaper coverage of the ceremony
talked more of my speech than the other one
I spoke for two hours, as was the custom
for political oratory at the time

Yet I did less in speaking for two hours
that he did in speaking for two minutes,
and demonstrated at least one instance
where two hundred seventy-two is greater than thirteen thousand

You can judge history's verdict for yourself:
my speech is widely available online
Do you know me?
My name is Edward Everett

Bio:  "Michael Ceraolo is a retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet who has had one full-length book (Euclid Creek, from Deep Cleveland Press) and a few chapbooks published (among the chapbooks is Cleveland Haiku, from Green Panda Press). He has a second full-length book, Euclid Creek Book Two, forthcoming from unbound content press, and is continually working on new and existing poetry projects."

In the Lily Pond by Lynn Long

In the Lily Pond

In the lily pond
A water nymph sings softly
Nature hums along

Lynn Long is an aspiring writer/novelist

Monday, September 11, 2017

Waiting For Her by Angelica Grace Lee

Waiting For Her

Shadows underneath his eyes
Hours feeling like centuries
Empty hearted, empty handed,
With only false hope to hold onto
Waiting for her

He wants to right his wrongs
Has nights full of tears and regrets
He is the man who can’t be moved
Forever sitting on that rough pavement
Waiting for her

He will pull through every storm
Listening for the clicks of her little red rain boots
Her hair tied up with a little red bow
To tell her he was sorry
For everything she had lost because of him

Passerbyers, friends, family members
They can’t mend his broken soul
He only wants to breathe life again
With you by his side
You’re the only one who can make him feel whole again

Save him, please save him
He’ll make it up to you if you give him a chance
He’s so sorry he had to leave you so young
He’ll make it up to you, he’ll wait for you
No matter how long it takes

Bio: My name is Angelica Grace Lee and I am a senior at Lowell High School. I am passionate about giving back to my community and would like to major in cognitive science, psychology, or legal studies in college. Currently I am a San Francisco Police Activities League Senior Cadet Sergeant as well as an intern for SFPD's CSI Unit. In my spare time I run a Facebook group called "Kindness in the Darkness" where I share heartwarming acts of kindness in hopes of brightening the days of those who may be suffering dark times. I have been the creator and administrator of “Kindness in the Darkness” since 2011. I also enjoy writing poetry and composing song lyrics. 

Thursday, September 7, 2017

1875 by Grant Guy


Riding across the invisible line 
That divided Alberta from Montana
She sat high in the saddle 
She looked out upon the spreading world in front of her

The view was fine. 

She knew the world could not remain the way it was. 
High in the saddle she was changing the world. 
Every other woman who had and 
Were going to ride high in the saddle
Or broke the earth with an oxen pulled plow 
Would change the world.You 

Fom the front jack of the collection of short stores The Naked City by Sterling Silliphant - where a crime of violence and an act of infinite tenderness can occur seconds apart . . .

In many respects that is what I am attempting to do with my poems and stories. I am interested in our individual humanity in a harsh and sometimes comical environ.

Bio: Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, poet, writer and playwright. He was the artistic director of Adhere + Deny for 16 years. His poems and writings have been published in Canada, the United States and England. He has three books published; Open Fragments, On the Bright Side of Down and Bus Stop Bus Stop. He was the 2004 recipient of the Manitoba Arts Council's 2004 Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the Winnipeg Arts Council's Making A Difference Award.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Imbalance of Time by Neil Ellman

Symphony No. 1, The Transcendental by Richard Pousette-Dart

Imbalance of Time

(after the painting by Richard Pousette-Dart)

On the other side of what we know
an hour is no more an hour
than east is truly east
or light the feel of snow.

To travel from here to there
is a matter of perspective, faith,
not time, a journey imagined,
neither short nor long,
the contents of the sea
in a measuring cup.

The present feeds the past
like a mothering lion
feeds her young
and the past is nothing more
than the future in its mouth.

There is neither proportion
nor equivalence
nor harmony
when time, uncertain,
out of balance
is barely now.

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 (after the painting by Richard Pousette-Dart)

Monday, September 4, 2017

Sin Takes a Bow by Paula Hackett

Sin Takes a Bow 

Make Believe
made up Sin,
and Sin took it from there. 
Entered our lives with a racket. 
Created a racket,
the life and death racket.
Took our five senses for a ride. 
Made yes and no common events. 
Made loving you a shadow.
Sin is at home in all of us,
and Sin will take our breath away.

Listen to Sin Takes a Bow by Paula Hackett on SoundCloud

BIO: Paula Hackett's poetry is influenced by her life experiences growing up in Berkeley during the vibrant and explosive 60's. The daughter of novelist Paul Hackett, she studied under John Beecher, Angela Davis and Grover Sales. She has written lyrics in collaboration with her brother John Hackett, for many great jazz composers including Teddy Edwards, John Handy, Ivan Lins, Joe Sample, Eddie 'Cleanhead' Vinson, and Cedar Walton. Her life long love of jazz is reflected in her many poems about musicians and in her CDs with pianists Rudi Wongozi and Connie Crothers.

Paula Hackett Website

Labor Day by Alyssa Trivett

Labor Day
Thoughts flick neurons
and goldenrod colored mirages
prance on shadows from windows.
Time only floats,
ascends up creaky stairs
during this quiet morning
taking up the air.

Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work has recently appeared on, at In Between Hangovers, Punch Drunk Press, and Carcinogenic Poetry. She has fifteen poems in an anthology entitled Ambrosia, a collaboration with eight other poets, soon to be released by OWS Ink, LLC. All proceeds from the anthology will be donated to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. More information can be seen here. 

Sunflowers by Eliza Segiet


In the head was born a garden,
which still awaits for the smell.
What a beautiful one,
flowered in a harmony of colours.
Behind the enchanted gate,
open to sensation
two drooping heads
of ripe sunflowers.
Bowing down likely
to love drifting in the distance.
The wind
shut the enchanted gates,
feeling insufficient.
It knew
that the garden can be made up,
and love
has to be felt.


W głowie urodził się ogród,
ale jeszcze czeka na zapach.
Jakiż on piękny,
ukwiecony harmonią kolorów.
Za zaczarowaną furtką,
otwartą na doznania
dwie chylące się głowy
dojrzałych słoneczników.
Chyba już kłaniały się
snującej z oddali miłości.
przymknął zaczarowane wrota,
czuł niedosyt.
że ogród można wymyślić,
a miłość
trzeba poczuć.

Translated by Artur Komoter

Eliza Segiet – Jagiellonian University graduate with a Master’s Degree in Philosophy. Completed postgraduate studies in Cultural Knowledge, Philosophy, Penal Fiscal and Economic Law, and Creative Writing at Jagiellonian University, as well as Film and Television Production in Łódź.


poetry collections:
2013 Love Affair with Oneself; original title: Romans z sobą [publisher: Sowello]

2014 Thought Mirages; original title: Myślne miraże [publisher: Miniatura]

2016 Cloudiness; original title: Chmurność [publisher: Signo]


2015 Clearances; original title: Prześwity [publisher: Signo]

2017 Tandem original title: Tandem [publisher: Signo]

2017 Thought Mirages; original title: Myślne miraże [publisher: Sowello], second edition

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Something Sacred in Our Sadness by Scott Thomas Outlar

Something Sacred in Our Sadness

If I write
one more time
about the sky
and how it’s
set to fall
at any moment,
how many chances
will I have left
when the rain
finally does
begin to pour?

If I dance, alone,
on a bridge
in the middle
of the woods,
is that the same
as on a stage
somewhere, someday, somehow?

All you ever needed
was to bless us;
all I want to do
is laugh and smile;

yet when we weep,
please let it be
in joy
even though
we know
this sadness
heals with love.

They said this carpet
knew how to fly
when guided proper,
but forgot to mention
that the engine
could sometimes stall;

and what we’ve learned,
passed down
throughout the ages,
is that the magic
comes from our minds
when we truly
decide to soar.

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott serves as an editor for The Peregrine Muse and Novelmasters. He has been a weekly contributor to the Dissident Voice Sunday Poetry Page for the past three years.

Upon a Breeze by Blanca Alicia Garza

Upon a Breeze

She carries her umbrella,
but only for a bright Sun;
Loving the falling rain as
it gently kisses her face.
Dancing to a heart song;
a sweet embracing hug.
My bit of heaven inhaled,
she courts a lovely style.
Tune my soul with sonnets,
rhymes of sweet melodies.
A gentle and angelic touch,
with me now, upon a breeze.

(First published in "Where Are You From?" Anthology)

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

shooting star by Theresa A. Cancro

shooting star

shooting star –
children play tag
with fireflies

Bio:  Theresa A. Cancro writes poetry, short fiction and nonfiction. Dozens of her poems, fiction and nonfiction pieces have been published internationally online and in print. She strives to find sparks of wonder within the ordinary.

The Fractal Man by Lee A. Forman

The Fractal Man
by Lee A. Forman
The first eyes upon him
captured his features in neural ink,
committed image to the pages
of consciousness, internal history.
No matter how you looked at him,
his features always the same.
Magnificent, eternally possessing,
his nature was to blame.
I first shook his hand,
the most arresting moment of life.
I was captured, taken,
but by my will alone.
Never a struggle,
I only followed where he walked.
Choice nonexistent.
But inconsequential in its fault.
To the end of all,
if he marched,
I’d carry my soul in this unsightly husk,
until it fell in passing,
until it turned to dust.
That which preceded his arrival,
no longer declared.
Only the future mattered.
Only for what he prepared.
He led us to the mountains,
where history would rebirth.
Those left behind,
children of accursed Earth.
Behind him came the end.
But not of humanity.
He only wished to emerge anew
in a world of sculpture crafted
by the hands of a fractal mind.

Author Bio:
Lee Forman is a fiction writer and editor from the Hudson Valley, NY. His fascination with the macabre began in childhood, watching old movies and reading everything he could get his hands on. He’s a third generation horror fanatic, starting with his grandfather who was a fan of the classic Hollywood Monsters. His work has been published in numerous magazines, anthologies, websites, and podcasts. He’s an editor for Sirens Call Publications and writes for the horror fiction website For more information and a list of publications go to

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Diamond in the Rough by Colleen Keller Breuning

Diamond in the Rough

High in the mountains, on the brink
Traversing the slippery slope
Headfirst, into the deep abyss
Searching for those lost rays of hope.

River of rain, river of pain
I’m praying for the hurt to fade
Ready for truth, ready for change
Ready to quit this masquerade.

I’m just a diamond in the rough
A black and shiny piece of coal
Lying here among the fault lines
Waiting, waiting to be made whole.

Strip off the mask, show your colors
Black or white, all I ever knew.
The world seemed to burn crimson red,
But you have shown me shades of blue.

Wash me in your crystal waters
Where tides of serenity flow.
Shine the white light upon my skin
And watch me sparkle, watch me glow.

I’m just a diamond in the rough,
A black and shiny piece of coal
Lying here among the fault lines
Waiting, waiting to be made whole.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2017

Colleen Keller Breuning is a poet and photographer who was born and raised in Maryland. She currently resides in Purcellville, Virginia with her husband and cats, Tommy and Jordan. Her poetry, short stories and photography have been published in a variety of print and online magazines during the past decade. Her first poetry book, Shadows of My Father, was a tribute to her father and published in 2011. She is currently working on her second book of poetry, along with assorted photography projects. She participates in several online writing groups. In addition to poetry and photography, she loves nature, music, cats and wine (not necessarily in that order).

"Shadows of My Father" is available for purchase at: