Stanzaic Stylings

Ryan Quinn Flanagan  is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Cultural Weekly, The Song Is..., Red Fez , and  The Oklahoma Review .                                                                          Flagships The books on my bed are friends. If we were lovers I would probably be a librarian. But prospective employers have always been suspect of me. Like they can see the sadness for myself in my face and take it as a personal slight. Or perhaps they can see all the sick calls before they ever happen. I am ill an...

TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/ KenKadfield   WEBSITE:  https:// arevenantpoet.wordpress.com/ FACEBOOK:  https://www. facebook.com/kend1 Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran prize winning poet from New Hampshire now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms and time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.  He is a three time nominee for the  Pushcart Prize Award  and six times for the  Best of the Net  2016-2018. Ken loves life!    Awakening I opened my eyes awaiting the Sunrise, craving the dawning, dimmed daylight. That reveille - that morning reveille 'It's that bugles trill,' I was thinking. Ah, instantaneously I was stimulated; the peepers brought such euphoria and choruses forever melodious And so I asked, 'Is that a canary?' The wandering woodcock whipping; In there stepped an awakening dawn. The scarlet tanager seemed thrilled then, distinctly I was chirping to them; Singing and dancing ...

Just Breathe on Amazon It is the mark of an exceptional poet who can pen a micro poem, using as little words as possible to convey an inspirational message that will leave you in deep thought and contemplation. Christine Tabaka has accomplished this in 115 pages of poetic eloquence. Her words are truth as in Winter.../I am cold without you/but I am ice with you/abandonment. She experiences life, love and loss with a heart of compassion and an intuitive mind as in,  in the darkest corners/of the mind/hide visions that/ fear the light. Another favorite of mine is  I am too old/to be your plaything/exit my aging body/to enter my eternal mind/ wisdom. This poet tackles the dark and light sides of life in an extraordinary poetic style. This is the type of book you want to carry with you each day to read the affirmation poems which will inspire your daily life.  This is a must read for everyone.

Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include “Big Questions, Little Sleep,”  “Lost and Found,”  “The Sea’s Secret Song,” and “Pairings,”  a hybrid ebook of short fiction and poetry.  She is a Kansas-based Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee.  Linda’s poetry and a  listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com .   How Goes the World Remember when actors moved from the stage to the silver screen? So now goes the way of wood and ink, and in its place, a new marquee of letters. The world is changing.

Sauvecito Sparkling chimes magical mandolins humming in time strummung in rhythm Timbales click congas pound voices rise softly as the mood calms Our hearts meld in peaceful harmony. Joanne Olivieri Website/Blog

THE DEPOSITORY OF RELIGION   We woke early afternoon to a Witch's Day, the blue lit sky framed in a curvature of cloud. On the counter, cool drinking water from the creek of red horse-mint and the scent of greens mixed with onions and discolored peppers. Don't tell me you do not know this feeling of things gone well, self-satisfied, colored purple-red. Near the deadfall, we built what was ours to build, opened it to a sea of stars in the evening before an erosion of light, settled in beneath thick quilted blankets and soft sheets, listened to the way charms and blessings spread into eveningsong, the way bearwalkers move in the dark four days after the burial. We have two more days to lie here waiting. Make yourself at home: you can not say this was not the way of our life, the creek and the cemetery our autobiographies, the faint shadow of rainbow, the glitter of warmth in a touch, the leather pouch with its victim set safe behind vinyl.

Five Thousand Days   Dawn blooms in red sky morning chill pervades my soul frost on the window   Steely clouds loom low fragile lives hang by a thread unraveling fast   One final embrace the warm expanse of your arms grow cold as March snow   Your spirit soars free betraying my bargains with sullen moon and stars   Waves of emotion strong riptide pulls me under crashing on the rocks   Empty solitude as five thousand days slip by last light fades to black   Colleen Keller Breuning © 2017 For Bio and more information about Colleen and her works visit her page on this site at:  Colleen Keller Breuning Poet and Photographer