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individual poems

 The Turning Leaves
 
The autumnal leaves are turning:
 
Orange, crimson,
rose, scarlet,
carmine, magenta,
brown, chocolate,
gold, amber, bistre,
yellow, vermillion,
maroon, claret,
chestnut, sepia,
stone, agate,
cinnamon, and ochre.
 
The autumnal leaves are turning.

by Kevin Cowdall

 Smooth Whiskey (originally published by Cephalopress)
 
tick…tock
tick…tock
The days are long in a life of slow motion. Waking up takes too long, despite the violent assaults of the alarm clock, unchained by a snooze button----like me—worn down to the circuitry.
tick…tock
tick…tock
Get up late, again. Take a whore bath in the bathroom sink. Wash what needs it and get out the door. Shower’d be nice…really nice. Maybe tomorrow. Probably not, again.
tick…tock
tick…tock
Office clocks--harbingers of death to my soul--lament the dying of the fire, within. Telephone rings perforate the recirculated air of lungs and mouths like a symphony of electric crickets, tuning-up beneath the hepatic glow of fluorescent suns outside my cubicle’s walls.
tick…tock
tick…tock
Driving home in the same car, down the same roads, in the same rancid clothes that need more than just a good airing out, stuck in this bad track mix, playing on a loop, I need a drink. There’s a bottle at home. Whiskey, I think--a gift for my 50th. It goes down, rough, but smooth, after a glass or two or three.
Smooth is good in a life of no motion.
tick…tock
tick…tock
(Repeat All)
 
 by David A. Estringel
 
   
  שואה  
(Shoah)
 
A pink jacket only shows
the destruction of humanity
through one morning move
trains became cages
camps became morgues;
no laughing to be had
crisp skin fumigated the air,
tattooed arms dangle
through the gates of hell
when all was said and done
he was so rubbish he shot himself
but not before taking the lives of innocents
not before showing the world what we were capable of

by Jennifer Fytelson O’Brien
  BATH NITE


                    I had planned my leap, fish like
                    zooming upward from the bottom of
                    the deep tub, spa pretender.
                    Picaninnies, formally family members
                    ran screaming five vowels worth.
                    Clap, clap, clap. Yes five.
                    My women treat me abominably,
                    short shorts challenged as always.
                    Labels are embarrassingly somehow necessary.
                    The water soaked a Frank Zappa poster
                    that could be quite valuable.
                    There are whole books on his.
                    Inspired, my wife has begun collecting Viking horns.
                    Goes missing for weeks at a time
                    with much younger virile men
                    name of Philodemus and Red.

by Colin James
   
RUSTED GLAMOUR
 
the journey through hell
becomes glamorous
on the page
until the ink
begins to burn
 
it’s like reading
about the rebel
the anti-hero
about Holden’s life
or old J.D. himself
 
the hermit
for whom human faces
human souls
were withered flowers
rotten fruit
 
but live your own life
like that
and the glamour
quickly rusts
 
I met a homeless guy
down by the river
with a copy of Catcher
in an old backpack
we chatted awhile...
 
I’ll bet every hobo in America
owns a copy
creased and folded
fat with dogeared pages
greasy with the despair
of the seeker

by Brian Rihlmann

  Scarecrow
 
I could tell you of the hard hail of sixpences
on this speckly jumper with its barbed wire holes
and the elbow gash from knowing’s use
where the mousing cat snoozles in,
or the sudden whack to the face
the first-time words stub into you from love’s slammed door,
a teenage death before experience cures.
 
But there’s a black cockatoo on a drawn branch
one eye primed ready to launch if I move,                   
a jerky breeze would be the dissolution of me.
 
I could sing you of the soft rime of an artichoke’s glory
wrapping the curate’s tonsure in unexpected daze,
where below the unspeaking tongue of my leathers
the cut down stalk shouts out with new emphasis
biding a season in just two steps away.
 
How love has no redemption date or return to sender
no use by in a business envelope without address,
the withdrawal notice pinned within these vestments.
 
That wind and wing have the measure of the duty in us all
taking the hat with loosed sun glasses,
the stuffing falls through the stake goes over
pantalooned chickens fossick the seeds of my charge here.
And way down, in the remnant of a once cyan sweater
pushy prickly leaves will weave their rise again.

by James Walton


 

Biographies of the poets

Kevin Cowdall was born in Liverpool, England. He has had over 200 poems published in magazines, journals and anthologies in the UK and Ireland, and across Europe, Australia, India, Canada, and the USA, and broadcast on BBC Radio. Having previously released three collections, his 2016 retrospective collection, ‘Assorted Bric-a-brac’ (bringing together the best from previous collections with a selection of more recent poems), has had excellent reviews and is available in paperback and as an e-book on Amazon. Kevin’s novella, ‘Paper Gods and Iron Men’, is also available in paperback on Amazon and as an e-book from the Kindle Store and Smashwords.

David A. Estringel is a poet and writer of fiction, creative non-fiction, & essays. His work has been accepted and/or published by Specter MagazineLiterary JuiceFoliate Oak MagazineTerror House MagazineExpat Press50 HaikuslittledeathlitDown in the DirtMagazineRoute 7 ReviewSetu Bilingual JournalPaper Trains Literary JournalThe Elixir MagazineSoft CartelHarbinger AsylumBriars LitOpen Arts ForumCajun Mutt PressFormer People JournalThe Ugly WritersWrit in DustCephalopressTwist in TimeMerak MagazineSalt Water SoulCherry House PressSubterranean Blue PoetryPrinted WordsSunflower SutrasTulip Tree PublishingSalt InkPPP EzineDigging through the FatHaiku JournalFoxhole MagazineThe Basil O’FlahertyThree Line PoetryAgony OperaSiren’s Call Ezine, Alien Buddha Press, Synchronized ChaosPantheon of Poesy, The @baffled Haiku Daily, Blood Moon Rising Magazine, The Blue Nib, Fishbowl Press, Horror Sleaze TrashRigorous MagazineCorvus ReviewSpillwords.comProletaria JournalCherry MagazineBleached ButterflyPoetry Pea (Haiku Pea), Sub Rosa Zine, TL;DR PressSpit Poet ZineArthutICOE Press, LogosPoetizerChannillo, and The Good Men Project. He is currently a Contributing Editor (fiction) at Red Fez, an editor/writer/Artist in Residence at The Elixir Magazine, fiction reader at riverSedge, Poetry Editor at Fishbowl Press, Artist in Residence at Cajun Mutt Press, and columnist at Channillo. David’s first book of poetry and prose Indelible Fingerprints was published by Alien Buddha Press April 2019. David can be found on Twitter (@The_Booky_Man) and his website at http://davidaestringel.com.

Jennifer Fytelson O’Brien is a freelance writer currently based in Los Angeles who is known for her insightful poetry. With over a decade of poetry writing, Jennifer has a unique voice that shines through her collection and speaks to her readers.  Jennifer has an MA in Creative Writing from The Lincoln University. Jennifer’s work has appeared in numerous outlets such as The Blue Nib, The Borgen Project and Canada’s oldest literary magazine, The Mitre. She currently writes for the number one TV site, Screen Rant. Jennifer also enjoys keeping up to date with her personal blog, ALettertoWrite.com and encourages you to visit! When Jennifer is not writing she enjoys traveling, going to the beach, and playing with her dog.  

Colin James Colin James has a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from
Sagging Meniscus Press. He lives in Massachusetts………..

Brian Rihlmann was born in NJ, and currently lives in Reno, NV. He writes mostly semi autobiographical, confessional free verse. Folk poetry…for folks. He has been published in The Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press, Alien Buddha Zine, Synchronized Chaos, Madness Muse Press and The American Journal Of Poetry. 

James Walton was a librarian, a farm labourer, and mostly a public sector union official. He is published in many anthologies, journals, and newspapers. He has been shortlisted for the ACU National Literature Prize, the MPU International Prize, The William Wantling Prize, the James Tate Prize, and is a winner of the Raw Art Review Chapbook Competition. His poetry collections include The Leviathan’s Apprentice 2015, Walking Through Fences 2018, and Unstill Mosaic 2019.

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