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Barn Owl at Midday


He remembered  
her.

He remembered her joy
at the silent flight of this night hawk
through the leafless apple trees.
Its confident gaze meeting hers.

He remembered the ladder
she made him climb
to place a roost
built for ‘her’ bird.

A gentle man.
Standing alone 
focus driving into the ground beneath a plain stone.
His shadow pooling dark round his feet,
while the sun trumpeted midday heat.

The owl made no sound
as it cut through
the force of his concentration. 
Shattering the shades that surrounded him.

His eyes lifted 
to meet, just inches away,
the dished face of the day time owl,
calm and still.

Reassuring.



Viv Longley has been writing for her own pleasure since she was a child.  Later in life she undertook an MA in Creative Writing at The Open University, specialising in poetry. As well as having one collection (Tally Sheet, Currock Press, 2021) she is undertaking a number of collaborative publications, notably, the anthology Daughters of Thyme. She is also preparing a second collection of her own and a number of essays – the latter to be called I am in a Hurry. 

Yudel Huberman is from Vancouver, BC. He grew up within Hasidic Judaism and has since pursued studies in forest conservation and ecology. He is currently a graduate student in forest conservation at the University of Northern British Columbia. His writing combines a love for the natural world, forest ecology, and Jewish spirituality.

A Prayer to Endure


Whatever calls me by name
may I answer
filling purposes I may never understand
each dream unremembered
flowing through my blood
each assassination
rinsed from my eyes
circling down the drain.

Whatever I gather from the gutter
may I make of it a kite,
a song, a shadowbox of flower buds.
For each ending I endure
may I walk forth
my every heavy step 
pushing new seeds into earth.
Arms outstretched, palms open.
Ready to lend a hand where I can.

Alfred Fournier is the author of A Summons on the Wind (2023, Kelsay Books) and King of Beers (March 2025, Rinky Dink Press). His poems have appeared in Amethyst Review, South Florida Poetry Journal, Indianapolis Review, Cagibi, The Sunlight Press and elsewhere. He lives in the foothills of South Mountain in Phoenix, Arizona, with his remarkable wife and daughter and two birdwatching cats.

The Eaten Years

"I will restore to you the years 
That the swarming locust has eaten"
Joel 2:25a

Name the swarm Bitterness,
blown in by the eastern wind.
Bile-bloated abdomens,
bladed mandibles click grim.
Hear their crepitation thicken,
crescendos of distortion crash.
Mourn the sweetness of peace
as good harvests turn to ash.
Who can answer sound and fury?
Who can meet Hate's appetite? 
Who can bear to sow good deeds
on the land condemned to blight? 
Humbly were the prophets clothed,
wild honeyed-meekness fed,
waiting for the years restored,
for Love to conquer, as He said. 

Ryan Helvoigt is a poet based near Denver, Colorado where she lives with her husband and three children. Her poetry has been published in Ekstasis, Clayjar Review, Fathom magazine, Heart of Flesh Literary Journal, and Amethyst Review.

Cloud Chamber

The sky of superposed clouds teases thought
to come out of its locked room and rejoin
the elements. And thought is swiftly caught
up by the heels and shaken free of coin,
of every stitch of decent clothes, of blood,
of murky tokens of itself. Thought, bare
of all the weight it bore, soars up, a flood
of emptiness, that mingles with the air.
There obviously is no more to say,
but saying goes on of its own accord.
Look here, it says, from lowest, ragged gray,
to highest, paper white, the clouds afford
a view incomparable to those below.
For saying can’t resist a windy show.

Dan Campion is the author of Calypso (1981), The Mirror Test (2024), A Playbill for Sunset (2022), and Peter De Vries and Surrealism (1995) and is a co-editor of Walt Whitman: The Measure of His Song (1981, 2nd ed. 1998, 3rd ed. 2019). Dan’s poetry has appeared previously in Amethyst Review and in Able Muse, Light, Poetry, Rolling Stone, THINK, and many other magazines.

Sunday in the Smokehouse

So this is what it is to cure salmon
in a salt-stained cabin that French mothers 
built on the shore of an inlet between 
two mountains, three generations before
that small white house was raised on a cliff's edge
to face any terror the Atlantic 
might bring. The curing woman stokes the fire.
She says that a certain honor comes from 
enduring the violence of a force
with no intention to punish, and that 
the brine in our bodies sings the same song
as the ocean, moment after moment,
wave after wave – every breath is a prayer,
and what comes after is a prayer answered.

Nathaniel Cairney is an American poet who lives in Belgium. His chapbook Leaving the Oldest House was selected as a highly commended finalist for the 2025 International Book & Pamphlet Competition, one of the UK’s oldest poetry contests. His poems have been published in New Writing Scotland, Cardiff Review, Midwest Review, Moria and many other literary journals.

In the Garden Beyond the Wake

in the garden
beyond the wake,
I reminisce.

somewhere
between forgetting
and expecting,

somewhere
between the whispers
of dry grasses

and the croaks
of pond frogs

are me and memory
and you and possibility.

Casey Flynn is a writer, artist, and father. He’s drawn toward the speculative, spiritual and experimental, and has had visual poetry/artwork published in Vallum: Contemporary Poetry. He is working on a PhD in religion and likes to play with his kids, play outside, and play banjo.

The Commission

The Christ of our heart’s altar says
Go away from me and come toward me.

Go away from what you have heard of me
Come toward what you know of me.
Discard musty, crumbling containers.
Hold the truth naked in your hands.

Never be afraid; always love.
Beware of words; embrace music.
Don’t speak of me; breathe me, live me.
Whatever I have is yours.

I offer you the shining chalice
In your dark hour. Let your hand
Go out to meet it, and feel
The confusion fall from you
Like a discarded garment.  

The goodness in everything comes out
To meet you, wherever you turn.
Nothing evil can bear your presence.

The light that once blinded you
Now clarifies your vision.
The darkness that once swallowed you
Now liberates you.

Go out both softly and boldly
To this world I have given you to love.  

			

Laura Vines is from Birmingham, Alabama but spent 11 years in Alaska, which affected her music, her poetry, and her writings tremendously. She is a teacher, performer, singer-songwriter, arranger, and multi-instrumentalist.

Reciprocity

There's a tree we greet when we visit the marsh, 
an old multi stemmed maple made chaotic 
by time and more than a few storms. 
I always place my hand, in passing, 
on its weary trunk and rest a moment 
in communion with this disheveled veteran. 

The things it has seen, the winds and rains punctuated 	
by the occasional drought year when the marsh 
bled dry, when strange plants grew tall for a time 
and went to seed. The generations of egrets, gangs 
of muskrats waxing and waning, the forest succeeding 
itself at the marsh edge where the land rises just a bit. 

All these, yes, and stories too beyond the notice 
of fast things like me, are captured deep in its record 
of rings and in the shared memory of trees.
The maple knows I touch it; a moment of shared 
sentience. I – mobile and fleet of foot and thought; 
and it – stable and watching and thus wise. 

This week under my touch the old tree felt electric, 
like never before. The pulse of its living near stung 
my hand. I feel that charge still and my leaves fall 
in poetry, sere and curled but necessary. I am 
marked, in whatever passes for rings in me, 
by maple’s lightning and the fecundity of marsh.

 

Chris Fafard is a poet and photographer and perennial student. He is learning to see beauty at the intersection of the created and the creating. He has published poems in local Mid-Atlantic publications (The Mid Atlantic Review, Maryland Bards, Saint Andrews Episcopal annual journals), and is now working to expand his reach. He and his wife Maria live in Annandale, Virginia.

Soul Work

“You must change your life.”


With day now gathered up and put away –
with every head now pillowed for the night –
with all the planets out in their array,
God’s angels come to Earth, in the soft light

that holiness imposes. You can stray
from faith or innocence to your delight,
to your regret. There’s nothing you can say
to make the angels cease their oversight,

there’s nothing you can do. The angels come
to wrestle with the suffering: the sick,
the sleepless, and the dying. In the thick

of combat, they might touch your heart – that numb
and withered organ. And you may well weep.
Their work is done. You can go back to sleep.

John Claiborne Isbell is a writer and now-retired professor currently living in Paris with his wife Margarita. Their son Aibek lives in California with his wife Stephanie. John’s first book of poetry was Allegro (2018); he also publishes literary criticism, for instance An Outline of Romanticism in the West (2022) and Destins de femmes: Thirty French Writers, 1750-1850 (2023), both available free online, and Women Writers in the Romantic Age (2025). John spent thirty-five years playing Ultimate Frisbee and finds it difficult not to dive for catches any more.