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Signature Dish – A Poem by Sheila Wellehan

 Signature Dish

How did it happen? I don’t remember choosing
there was no proclamation that this was my turf
do something right once, it’s a tradition
sweet potatoes are my signature dish.

In late November I paw through produce at the grocery
and select the finest specimens for my cart
smooth and firm, large but not overwhelming
identical in size so they’ll be done at the same time.

Thanksgiving morning, I pull out the ancient cookbook
though I know all the steps by heart
the spine opens to the splattered recipe
and I turn on the radio.

I hear past holidays as I grind orange rind and grate nutmeg
joyful parties bursting with laughter, no one wanted to go home
disastrous celebrations destroyed by psychic tornadoes
restrained gatherings where we skated around one another cautiously.

How will we remember the holiday this year?
With root vegetables, I try to influence our fate
to enhance the odds of a happy ending
with sweet potatoes more delicious than cake.

 

 

 

About the Poet:
Sheila Wellehan’s poetry is featured or forthcoming in Chiron Review, The Fourth River, Poetry East, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Yellow Chair Review, and elsewhere. She lives in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. Visit her online at www.sheilawellehan.com .

 

 

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Lost – A Poem by Sabrina Hicks

Lost

The years dropped off like
brittle leaves, crab-walking
sideways in scuttle,
windblown and pocked.

I heard the crunch underfoot,
on peppermint gum splattered
sidewalks, dusted in
yesterday’s hopscotch.

Freckled moons have lit
the way home and
I return tired from rotation,
wary of gravity’s push and pull.

Where did my childhood dog
go to die when his hips
no longer straightened and
his labored breath wheezed?

I find a good place to sit,
across from a post stapled
with pictures and descriptions,
waiting for my phone to ring,
or not.

 

 

About the Poet:
Sabrina Hicks lives in Phoenix, Arizona. Her works
has appeared in Writer’s Digest, The Drabble and on
her blog, sshicks.wordpress.com.

 

 

 

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Fire Walk – A Poem by Diane Frank

Fire Walk

I fall through the ice
where your collarbone cracks.

The deepest wound
is just below the rib
where the breathing stops.

Sheep run down the mountain
in cumulus clouds
that shield
the body of fire
with the mystery of
the dark.

Sun steams rain from the sidewalks
where the edges of oriental poppies
become translucent.

It’s all a coded message
a humid afternoon of petals
even if the truth shines only for a nanosecond
before it evaporates again.

 

 

About the Poet:
Diane Frank is author of Swan Light, Entering the Word Temple, and The Winter Life of Shooting Stars. Her friends describe her as a harem of seven women in one very small body. She lives in San Francisco, where she dances, plays cello, and creates her life as an art form. She teaches at San Francisco State University and Dominican University.  Blackberries in the Dream House, her first novel, won the Chelson Award for Fiction and was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize.  She is editor of the bestselling anthology, River of Earth and Sky: Poems for the 21st Century.   www.dianefrank.net.

 

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Kayaking the Upper Buffalo – A Poem by Al Ortolani

Kayaking the Upper Buffalo

Whitewater rainbows in spray, pool dropping between willows, river birch, driftwood—three buzzards, droop-shouldered, perch in ash. Popping lid on tin of sardines, one bird lifts immediately into flight, begins to turn circles on wingtip. Sun splashes off standing waves, dampens limestone, dries, dampens. Mayapple umbrellas below blackjack oaks. Blue-tailed skink skitters into patch of sun.

drifting hawk,

a broken shadow

circles the bluff

 

 

About the Poet:
Al Ortolani’s newest collection of poems, Paper Birds Don’t Fly, was released in 2016 from New York Quarterly Books. His poetry and reviews have appeared in journals such as Rattle, Prairie Schooner, and New Letters. His poems been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, and he has recently been featured on the Writer’s Almanac.

 

 

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this is how you remember high school – A Poem by Archita Mittra

this is how you remember high school

a dreamed-up kiss, too tight clothes & claustrophobic skin, the world spiraling into sense, the chemistry of falling out of love, the wingless phoenix struggling to fly, multiplying loneliness, the certainty of being a lab experiment gone wrong, sleepovers at houses that were never home, all the wrong shades of lipstick, discovering creative ways to slit your wrist & hiding it beneath pretexts and long black sleeves, turning scars into temporary tattoos, learning the hard way that swearing is cool but lesbian is an ugly word, the world spiraling out of sense, the dark drowning like prufrock, the taste of new words on your tongue, spying far away futures on the lawn, sky-walled classrooms & sunlight filtering through unwashed curtains, too-long waiting for too-short poetry lessons, conversations in shadowy corridors with someone you almost fell in love with, the utter depravity of clocks that refused to abide by the rules, walking past unchanging streets, people wearing different faces each day, growing up & apart, burnt diaries, leaving words unsaid, this sense of being so close yet invisible (forever)

 

 

About the Poet:
Archita Mittra is a wordsmith and visual artist with a love for all things vintage and darkly fantastical. She occasionally practices as a tarot card reader.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/archita_mittra
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/camelot_queen1996/
Website: https://thepolyphonicphoenix.wordpress.com/

 

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Sarasvati – A Poem by Megan Alford

Sarasvati

Researching how much the Tube costs a month,
deciding who I should say sorry to before I go,

I pray to Sarasvati for Absolute Truth.

She presses a conch shell to my lips, loosens
the noose around my neck,

shows me how to separate the water
from the milk.

 

 

 

About the Poet:
A graduate of Toronto’s George Brown College in Dance Performance, Megan Alford went on to complete her Bachelor of Arts in Concordia University’s Creative Writing Program. Her poems have been published in Matrix Magazine, Soliloquies Anthology, Encore Literary Magazine, Vallum, Room, and Cirque Literary Journal. In Montreal, she was shortlisted for the 2010 Irving Layton Award in both poetry and fiction. Originally from Prince Edward Island, she now resides in Vancouver.

 

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