Stanzaic Stylings

American Labor:  An Episodic Epic,  Fannie Sellins Like many, she had to work to support her family after being left a young widow with four children She worked as a seamstress and helped to organize Local 67 of the United Garment Workers of America While appealing, successfully, to miners for help with the garment workers' strike fund, miners' union officials decided to hire her as an organizer "I am free and I have a right to walk or talk any place in this country as long as I obey the law", but government-by-injunction made up its own laws, and she was jailed in Colliers, West Virginia for six months for violating one of those 'laws' But that didn't stop her organizing, or her supporting striking workers And so              "Fanny Sellens [sic]"                                             "came to her death" "on Tuesday, Aug. 26th, 1919 at 4 P.M. due to gun shot wound in left temple from gun in the hands of person or persons unk

THE MANY LOVES OF DUANE VORHEES is the psychic poetic skeleton of a prose novel about the phases of love (love sought, love gained, love lost, love shared, love spurned), without any of the manifest trappings of setting, plot, characters, etc., all of which any reader can easily supply autobiographically. When the particulars are removed, the universal remains. It has eight sections, each representing a stage of development.  Available on Amazon

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Dunes Review, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Thin Air, Dalhousie Review and failbetter. THE FELLING A forest of ringing axes thunders like fleeing wildlife, as trunks crack and fall, sap drips to the ground like blood without body. A field of skulls is aimlessly rooted to sun-scarred soil, as men move on, triumphant blades held high. Years later I encounter the devastation in a diary, tears as words, dry but unrelenting. No need to return, cuss out the damage some big box store has wreaked. It’s the page, fixed lines, that govern a memory.

THE MEANING OF THEIR WINGS they crawl from beneath the shadows of tattered leaves chewed in a former life before cocoon darkness and rebirth  they stumble in strange new bodies and flap unfamiliar wings flip themselves onto their backs and struggle upright again  too weak to fly, yet they go forth along the pavement  in the morning sun inches from tires rolling by each failure brings them closer to death or the day they will discover the meaning of these wings that weigh them down

Lynn Long Book Page at Cyberwit https://www.cyberwit.net/publications/1288 Lynn Long Nature's Musings http://www.lulu.com/shop/lynn-long/natures-musings/paperback/product-24062476.html In dreamy bliss A moonlit kiss Amid silver drops And rainbow lollipops Love always remembers Its memory pure Love never surrenders For love.. is sure All the thoughts All the words All the poems They are you Kiss of youth Across the sea You've gone away Come find me A tangled web I have spun No way out Excuse the pun Hands in hair Breath on face Love was there But love- escaped Never to know Never to touch So it goes To love much Under the tree He gave me My first kiss My last wish

Time Waits None Won’t there be heart, pure And won’t there be truth prevailing If we with Time’s circus endure  For tomorrow; for time is fleeting. Won’t the stars shine magic upon us And won’t the moon glitter, If we within time given make a fuss Out of things; for we lead with life, acrid and bitter. If we with heart dare to move And with strength dare to care, And to Infinity go, to Eternity prove, And to the world  a part of us share, We ought to shun the bad And to lives a meaning add. 

Of nothing that belongs to you and me Let us only write words Of rains Of skies Of rivers And of birds that fly Of nothing that belongs to you and me Let us only write words That will fix The broken trees

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry books.  Christine lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Burningword Literary Journal; The Write Connection; Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch,The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore. *(a complete list of publications is available upon request) Ode to the Wind   Your gentle cool breath sweeps over me as I lie upon the garden wall.   Trees sway to the sound of your stirring symphony.   Faces lift to greet your touch, and hear your murmured sigh.   Your sensuous caress upon my hair. A thrill that fills all