From a Pistic Frame – a poem by Sanjeev Sethi

From a Pistic Frame

There was no one to scumble
effusions of emotional strafe.
Connectives through sentential
etchings altered my state. Soon
I sensed: lation of thought is
mightier than its impeller. How-
ever meaningful a postulation
it’s outcome of an active mind
anatomizing a minuscule. We
are ill-equipped to sense the
supernal rota. Allegiance to
prie-dieu leads to light.

Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His poems are in venues around the world:   A Restricted View From Under The Hedge, Pantry Ink, Bonnie’s Crew, Morphrog 16, Mad Swirl, The Penwood Review, Faith Hope & Fiction, Communion Arts Journal, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.

 

Used Bookstore – a poem by Christian Mack

Used Bookstore

I am met by a labyrinthian assortment of shelves,
………….the smell of ink on yellowed paper, ideas placed

under the auspices of reality, but by no means
………….claimed by it. I feel that, as I trace my finger

across the spines, dust building under
………….my nail, that Plato must have been wrong.

Had he stood here, amongst Wordsworth,
………….Hardy, Woolf, Fitzgerald, Joyce, and Steinbeck,

he might have had a sense of the divine within
………….the temporal, a merger somewhere between these

stacks. Here the realm of ideas meets substance,
………….here there are no forms. In this collection, taciturn, reticent

and, yet, loquacious and expansive, lies paradox.
………….As they sit between shelves so, also, do books

straddle heaven and earth, a firm,
………….iron-wrought, paper bridge between spheres.

Christian Mack is currently an undergraduate English and History major at Trevecca Nazarene University and is on the editorial board of Nashville-based literary journal, The Cumberland River Review. His work is forthcoming in Front Porch Review.

To Fly – a poem by Shawn Aveningo Sanders

To Fly

I sit at my computer
day after day
the blue light
a slow flicker
before tired eyes

From the corner
of my eye I spy
the flicker of Anna’s throat
a flash of ruby thrum-hum
seeking new nectar

Playful nuthatch
hanging upside down
on the feeder’s metal mesh
gorges himself
on sunflower seeds

The house-husband finch
at home on his perch
shows me his bright
red crown, waits for me
to praise his beauty

At the end of the day
a sharp pain shoots
behind my shoulder blade
I’m ready
to release my wings and fly

 

Shawn Aveningo Sanders started out as show-me girl from Missouri and after a bit of globetrotting finally landed in Portland, Oregon. She is a widely published poet who can’t stand the taste of coconut, eats pistachios daily and loves shoes—especially red ones! (redshoepoet.com) Shawn’s work has appeared in over 130 literary journals and anthologies. She’s a Pushcart nominee (2015), Best of the Net nominee (2017), co-founder of The Poetry Box, managing editor for The Poeming Pigeon, and winner of the first poetry slam in Placerville, California (2012). Shawn is a proud mother of three and shares the creative life with her husband in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon.