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TIDE by Jagari Mukherjee

TIDE My passion glows With crimson tints Mixed with blue desire – The blue of the night sky With a moon shining Like a firefly. The tide of the sea Over my body washes Leaving crusts of sharp salt crystals In the roses To set me free As the scarlet and gold Of the setting sun Shimmers like a satin dress Over splintered me…
And what about you? Trying to put the splinters together You cover yourself With the moon and the sea. Brief Bio
Jagari Mukherjee is a bilingual poet from Kolkata, India. She is a gold medalist in English Literature from University of Pune. Her writings have appeared in several newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and blogs. Her first book, a collection of poems entitled Blue Rose, was published in May 2017 by Bhashalipi.

Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #98 by Michael Ceraolo

Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #98
From you I have been absent in the spring, Til Opening Day, dressed in all its trim, Hath put the spirit of youth in everything. But my love for you is hardly a whim: I have missed the ballpark's array of smells And both teams' uniforms' array of hues; I have missed the stories that my love tells, A dazzling selection from which to choose; I have missed the wonder of the ball's white. I have missed the wonder of the field's green. I wonder if the new will be a fright. I wonder of those who will make the scene. It seems winter still with the game away, Until the team comes home ready to play.
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, …

If Not For You By Grant Guy

If Not For You
If not for you I would be a happy man
If not for you I would be a sad man
That is the arc of love I walk along
It is not your fault It is not my fault
The fault lies in the stars and in the composition of love
When caught up in the eddy of love
I lose my oars and rudders
And flow along the crimson river to its source
And back again over rapids and angelic pools
I am not captains of my charts
I am the wind blowing against rock and silk
If not for love I would not be human
If not for you I would not exist

BIO: Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, poet, writer and playwright. His poems and short stories have been published in Canada and Internationally. He has three books published: Open Fragments (Lives of Dogs), On the Bright Side of Down and Bus Stop Bus Stop (Red Dashboard). His plays include an adaptation of Paradise Lost and the Grand Inquisitor. 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 Ma…

A Mother’s Love by Stephens Jeremiah

A Mother’s Love

Of men I cannot tell But of my mother I know very well A love so pure and true An affection so caring and graceful too My mother is the best so far A heart of Love but painted with gold Such lips of flesh but coated with care Beauty beyond measure  Of such I treasure My mum is the best so far Her smile gladdens my eyes Her laughter are melodies to my ears Her touch warms my sense of cold In her bosom lies good doctrines And her hands carry wisdom She chastises and corrects But her love is the best of all…
BIO: My name is Stephens Jeremiah, I am a Nigerian, I am a student who appreciates the work

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, poet and fabulist originally from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of  Oklahoma. His work can be found in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies. He has two poetry books, "The Cellaring" a collection of 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His newest book, "A Taint of Pity: Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection just released on He is a three time Pushcart Prize and twice Best of the Net Nominee for 2016-2017. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.

Adrift into a Snow Globe
As I gaze through the glass of the old snow globe.
My mind drifts off and I find myself there skating. Through the snow flakes, and the bonfire's glow mugs of cocoa with tiny marshmallows waiting.
The vision of my girl, wearing her long red coat with faux fur around the hood …

April Blue by Joan McNerney

April Blue
This is when we search forcolor to transform cold grey.Rainfall begins its magichigh lighting sky blue.We see stacks of luminous cloudsas plants pop out and forsythiabursts into sparkling yellow stalks.Just today a breath of warmthbrought alive crepe myrtle buds.Aromatic lilac bushes cluster insoft bunches while birds and bugsencircle them.  Ten pretty treesall dressed up in lustrous greensboogie through noontime breezes.Get ready for this blast-off of spring!Bio:Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary zines such as Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Halcyon Days and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press and Poppy Road Review anthologies. She has been nominated four times for Best of the Net. 

Check Your Price Tag Baby by Desiree Cady


What Do You Feel? By Joanne Olivieri

What Do You Feel?
A poem for my Sammers
By Joanne Olivieri

What do you see?
My little guy
When seeing the sunrise
Outside the window
Hearing birds calling
And butterflies flitting
Amongst the flowers.

What do you see?
My little guy
When dreaming at twilight
Through dull shadows
Seeing green forests
And gallant trees
Amongst natures path.

What do you feel?
My little guy
When playtime begins
From dusk till dawn
Hearing beautiful melodies
And jazzy beats
Dancing and singing.

I hope you feel
The love I hold
In my heart
For you.

The Wishing Fountain by Angelica Lee

The Wishing Fountain
It was a foggy morning as we walked around In the big city of San Francisco when we found A wishing fountain with a bright white trim Crystal clear water filling it to the brim And, oh dear, circles of silver and brown Which made me and my child frown
As a penny disturbed the water I was asked by my dear daughter “Why would you throw away money With which you could buy a bunny? Mommy, if you were to make a wish Would you ask for a pretty goldfish?”
I looked down at her with a smile And said, “Honey, it may take awhile For everyone to realize what we sorely need Is a leader who will plant the seed Of world peace. Someone to encourage unity Among the people of our large community
If I were to rule the world, I would make it A place where no one feels like a misfit Where there would be no bullying or fights And no criminals to roam the streets at night So whether it be a wishing fountain or a shooting star I would wish for world peace, or maybe a candy bar.”
BIO: My name is Angelica Grace L…

Earth Chanting by Colleen Ann Traphagen

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A Reflection of Grace by Joanne Olivieri

A Reflection of Grace fine art literature prints by Joanne Olivieri

The Golden Anniversary:  A Dual Monologue By Michael Ceraolo

The Golden Anniversary:  A Dual Monologue
Monticello, Virginia          July 4, 1826 12:50 PM
Last night I said "No, doctor, nothing more" These would be my last recorded words, but not the last words I would say Around 4 AM I called my house-slaves to my room, including Sally,                                           and told them to prepare for my death These words weren't recorded by history                                                            (and even almost two hundred years later one historian would call the slaves servants; it's time to be honest now) I woke again around 10, unable to speak,                          and died a few hours later

Quincy, Massachusetts         July 4, 1826  6:20 PM
Four days ago a local delegation of dignitaries asked for a proclamation for the upcoming anniversary, and though unable to issue a lengthy proclamation I obliged the with the words "Independence Forever!"
When I awoke today, having achieved my aim of making it to the anniversary, I sa…

Daginne Aignend Digital Art Photography

Gold Rock




Cycle of Life
Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch writer, poetess, photographic artist Inge Wesdijk. She likes hardrock music, fantasy books, is a vegetarian who loves her animals. She's the Poetry Editor of Whispers and has been published in many poetry journals, magazines and anthologies. She has a fun project

The Sound of Dragonfly Wings by Ann Christine Tabaka

This cozy collection of Haiku and Senryu by Christine Tabaka delves into the ordinary moments of life and expresses the extraordinary through a simple and creative mix of words and emotion. 

Christine's grasp of Haiku and Senryu with its classic and modern forms exemplifies  her unique talent for this genre.

I urge you all to pick up a copy of this poetic treasure for yourself or as a gift.  It is a timeless read that will saturate your senses.

For more information and ordering Click Here.

Reviewed by Joanne Olivieri