Amethyst Review

Once Upon a Shadow


Whether light is breaking 
trough a cloud, 
or oranges and bananas
create depth in a basket, 
silk and taffeta
rumpled in folds,
or sea, particles in the ocean, 
dolphins splashing green, 
rising up against the jets,
images that some will understand,
others blink in puzzlement,
who comprehends truth?

What absolute power 
watches with interest,
measuring sins 
like you would measure coffee,
one tablespoon at a time,
each grimace on your face—
a mirror of lust in your heart, 
pours blood over your soul 
like falling rain, and some of you 
believe this is an act of mercy.

Late in the afternoon,
sun begins to play
behind clouds, houses 
or simply sinks below the horizon, 
you think back to those 
ripples, folds, light and shadow, 
a painting by Rembrandt or Rubens
or some other artist 
who knows salvation’s name.

Linda Meg Frith is retired Social Worker and long time member of Green River Writers. She has published poetry in Amethyst Review, eMerge, River and South Review, Rainy Weather Days, Eclectica, Tipton Poetry Journal. She received a 2025 Pushcart Nomination for her poem, ‘Home is Where the Hurt Is’. Linda Meg lives in Louisville, KY.

Leylines
(In loving memory of Amanda)

And that was the top of the Tor, 
where all that masculine energy 
direct from St. Michael’s leyline 
had sluiced the strength from you.
Especially cruel, only a day after 
your swollen ankles were soothed
in the healing divine-feminine wash
at Chalice Well lower down the hill
on the curative leyline of St. Mary.

And five months later, that long &
drawn-out, fatal struggle at Queen
Elizabeth’s. Do we live to die to live? 
And, in between, float? At the place 
of tryst ratify my presence, love. As
we reconnoitre for Avalon’s original
location, as if ready to embark from
the Somerset Levels to some other-
worldly, fabled Atlantis where, in that 

sea of mist, all our leylines converge.

Mark Wilson has published five poetry collections: Quartet For the End of Time (Editions du Zaporogue, 2011), Passio (Editions du Zaporogue, 2013), The Angel of History (Leaky Boot Press, 2013), Illuminations (Leaky Boot Press, 2016) & Paolo & Francesca in a Colder Climate (Black Herald Press, 2025). He is the author of a verse-drama, One Eucalyptus Seed, about the arrest and incarceration of Ezra Pound after World War Two, as well as a tragi-comedy, Arden. His poems and articles have appeared in a wide range of international magazines.

Another Matter


These tiny souls.
Our curious minds.
What more do we need
To harness success,
Than a single idea at a time.
But let’s think large.
Imagine the entire world
Without size or dimension.
Envision an infinite planet
Too complex to implode.
The rest is guesswork.
A few theories here,
A simple hypothesis there.
Yet it all makes sense—
Balanced ever so delicately
On a black spider’s back,
And a web of silk, no doubt.
What more is required?
Stay focused, if possible.
Keep both feet on the ground;
Your brain in constant motion.
As for the heart though,
That’s another matter.

Bart Edelman’s poetry collections include Crossing the Hackensack, Under Damaris’ Dress, The Alphabet of Love, The Gentle Man, The Last Mojito, The Geographer’s Wife, Whistling to Trick the Wind, and This Body Is Never at Rest: New and Selected Poems 1993 – 2023. He has taught at Glendale College, where he edited Eclipse, a literary journal, and, most recently, in the MFA program at Antioch University, Los Angeles. His work has been anthologized in textbooks published by City Lights Books, Etruscan Press, Harcourt Brace, McGraw-Hill, Prentice Hall, the University of Iowa Press, Wadsworth, and others. He lives in Pasadena, California.

Shalom Shabbat

Whenever I was Martha, anxious about
many things, my spirits fell 
and puddled like the rain.  But since

I recognized—my Mary side—the one
necessity, I find rain
restful, in its easygoing persistence. 


Housework we will always have with us,
but rain tapping the windows
makes an unassertive friend, till my eyes

drowse over, and I nod off smiling.  He,
the sister’s caller, did not expect
to be entertained, to be made much of,

but simply to sit
encircled, and talk of times yet to come,
to bless and be blessed.

Outside, rain is content
with its work, giving grass its birthright.
A sunny day will be its Sabbath.

Russell Rowland writes from New Hampshire’s Lakes Region, where he has judged high-school Poetry Out Loud competitions. His work appears in Except for Love: New England Poets Inspired by Donald Hall (Encircle Publications), and Covid Spring, Vol. 2 (Hobblebush Books). His own poetry books, Wooden Nutmegs and Magnificat, are available from Encircle Publications.

In oaks, in orbits


The Kami have returned to my meditation—
I see them beneath the cell phone tower
that rises above the Rachel Carson Trail.

They collect turkey feathers caught
in the barbed wire guarding
abandoned rail lines.

Deer cross above pipelines
that move dark blood
under deep red trillium.

The creek beds remember
steel and trout—
chestnut ghosts and coal seams.

The Araboshi also watch
from the valleys—neither spirit
or machine: something

with both faces.  
My favorite forest
has a website and satellite cam.

I think of where 
wildness still lives—
in oaks, in orbits

beneath my sternum.

Janette Schafer is a poet, photographer, playwright, and realtor living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Chatham University. She is the author of three collections of poetry and the chief editor of two poetry anthologies. Her writing and photographs have appeared in numerous journals, newspapers, and websites, including Vox Populi, The Missouri Review, The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and Eunoia Review. She is a winner of the Academy of American Poets Prize, the Pittsburgh Original Short Play Series, and the Pittsburgh Fringe Festival.

Great Trees

You come to a house not completely yours
since rain staked a claim on the room with buckled windows;
the phrase work to be done comes easily now
as aches and pains to the man who's stopped counting years.

This is how it will be when your paths cross:
great trees casting shadows on his mind,
for you, the walls of a classroom when the world massed
clean and lovely outside, crying to be found.

And it dawns on you a little more clearly each time
that life is a promise wearing an inside-out coat,
that flight has been an escape to, not from,
and you end up glad in your way to be back where you started.

Ted Mc Carthy is a poet, translator and playwright living in Clones, Ireland. His work has appeared in magazines in Ireland, the UK, Germany, the USA, Canada and Australia. He has had two collections published, November Wedding, and Beverly Downs. A number of his podcasts were produced as part of the National Decade of Centenaries commemorations.

His work can be found on http://www.tedmccarthyspoetry.weebly.com

Found Art

A woman extends her arm
to better see the contents
of her hand: long-stalked
dog fennel, calico aster.

She adds wing stem,
bluestem, wool grass;
sticks them in a lidless
screw-neck jar she 

finds slightly buried.
She sees design
in these woods—
a medicine-bottle

of rainwater elixir,
a pewter button 
near twigs and straws 
of a beaver’s dam.

She gently plies apart 
the growth that binds 
glass and metal,
pockets the finds.

She knows the goods
come with stories
but it’s the foliage 
stems she studies—

their browns variegated 
as wood rot,
grays: soft and furred
rodent bellies.

She’s drawn to the winter 
flora that thrives 
in form, in absence
of color, despite fine

names, tatted flowers,
their spillage of fronds
lighter than dust motes
in filtered light.

Jane Simpson was named Georgia Author of the Year for her chapbook, On the Porch, Under the Eave (FutureCycle Press 2017). Her full-length book, Blessings of the Beasts, (FutureCycle Press 2018) chronicles the eight years she worked for President Jimmy Carter, including four years on the White House staff. Her third book, Psalm Sonnets (FutureCycle Press 2021), is a collection of loosely-formed sonnets and are sacred and secular thoughts prompted by the Psalms. She lives in Atlanta and Ellijay, Georgia.

What is this turning
 
What is this     turning 		
toward us     in the warm 
wavering air 

that shimmers the field
then flickers     fades

A sort of stir     unwinged          
that shifts to stillness     
over the jewelweed     

Is this the spiraling spirit 	
A stirring that reveals 
and soon recedes  
   
that sometimes sails
above the breeze-brushed 
grass     sometimes becomes

an entity of quiet     a hush 
that stirs us     whids across  
			
the willowherb     light  
hieroglyphs     outside 
the cocoon of language  

Katrinka Moore is the author of five poetry books, most recently Diminuendo (Pelekinesis, 2022). Her poems and artwork appear in Terrain.org, Otoliths, Utriculi, Cold Mountain Review, Wild Roof Journal, Woven Tale, and SWWIM, among other journals. She lives in the northern Catskills in New York state and is a longtime Tai Chi practitioner.