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Post-it Therapy – A Poem by JPDiBlasi

Post-it Therapy

I am the Post-it note on the subway walls.
Canal Street: my body not yours,
Fathers – apologize to your daughters,
stay together, don’t give up,
Light and love to all.

Read me, write on me.

I am the Post-it note in office windows
multiplying pinks, blues, yellows, greens,
every color in between.
See me – the blue person in free fall.

How did this happen?
Catch me.

 

 

About the Poet:
JPDiBlasi is a native New Yorker and currently lives and writes in the Hudson River town of Ossining where she is completing her first collection of poetry. A new writer, her poems have been published in Chronogram, Pilcrow & Dagger and Little Lantern Press. She is an independent grant writer for not-for-profit agencies seeking funding for children’s mental health programs. Friends love her sense of humor.

 

 

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silence – A Poem by Diana Radovan

silence

mother was swallowed by sharks –
she had bent down to pick up seashells for me,
on the river shore:
first her hair,
then her eyes,
then her mouth.
now all mother’s words
are being carried on water,
while mother is silent,
like a fish.

 

 

About the Poet:
Diana Radovan is a multilingual writer, writing coach, a Story is a State of Mind teacher and ambassador, and the founder of the group Creative Writing in Munich. Most recently she has co-authored the collaborative book Munich Stories 2016. Her poetry, fiction, and non-fiction has won several awards over the years and has been published in numerous magazines and anthologies since 2004. She also works as a medical writer. In a previous life, she was a wet lab scientist and holds a PhD in Chemistry. Currently she lives in Munich, Germany.

 

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Autumn Interlude – A Poem by Sneha Madhavan-Reese

Autumn Interlude

Trees don their orange vests.
Mercury drops.

Crescendo, cymbal crash: children
walk home from school through mud

puddles. We fall, under the influence of
gravity. The year’s routine cracks.

The wind across a girl’s cheeks:
an ocean’s starry handprint.

Don’t stay silent; accumulate.
Rain hits the ground, and runs.

Note:  This poem can be found in Observing the Moon – A Collection of Poems by Sneha Madhavan-Reese, published by Hagios Press.

 

 

About the Poet:
Sneha Madhavan-Reese lives with her family in Ottawa, Ontario. Her poems have appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Global Poetry Anthology 2015 and The Best Canadian Poetry in English 2016. Observing the Moon is her first book. www.madhavan-reese.com/sneha

 

 

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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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