Winter Must Come for I Must Fall Out of Love - Madison Nanney





About the Author

MADISON NANNEY is a 19-year-old college student living in Mississippi with her mom, dad, and little fur child, Bella (a feisty black cat who hates almost every human being she has ever met). Madison attends Itawamba Community College in Fulton, MS, majoring in English.

She has recently been published in the 2017 edition of Itawamba Community College’s literary magazine, The Calliope. 

Lies in the Dark / Moon's Truth / Tidal Love - Jessica Simpkiss


Lies in the Dark

The taste of their sin still lingered on her lips, his scent still etched into her skin

In the shadow and safety of their late night love affair, he whispered words that squeezed her soul 

There would be a price to pay in the end, and the currency would be her pain

Lie to me again, she begged

And so he told her that he loved her

And it was the most beautiful lie he had ever told

Moon's Truth

We laid silent, sweat-stained skin pressed against the others as we listened to the rain fall above our whirling heads.  Upon my grand exit, my love-struck eyes were greeted by the sight of the yellow-Cheshire moon hanging over the dew-rinsed meadow.  Always such a beautiful sight to end our love-crazed nights; I stood in awe of the passion of the evening.  Memorized by its beauty, I almost missed the sound the gun made.  I turned as the pain struck my back to see blond hair in a tangled twirl; my last earthly memory, the moon’s grin upon my sinful ways.

Tidal Love

His love for her was like the tide 

A constant ebb and flow 

Powered by the controlling moon

So jealous of their love, the heavenly body never let them touch too long 

But sometimes when the moon loomed heavy in the midnight sky, his wave embraced her long enough for him to whisper his love for her

In the salt that splashed against his skin 





About the Author

JESSICA SIMPKISS lives and works in Virginia Beach, Virginia with her four-year-old daughter. She has a degree in Art History from George Mason University. While she has always loved writing, she is returning to the art form after a ten-year hiatus, in hopes of finding her voice again.

The Autumn Wedding - Danny P. Barbare





































About the Author

DANNY P. BARBARE has recently appeared in Humanities Education Research Association and Hollow and The Santa Clara Review. He lives in Greenville, SC with his family and dog Miley and works as a janitor.

5 Snapshots in the Rain - Michael Estabrook


in the rain - 1


blonde in a green parka

eating a banana


beneath an umbrella staring

at the ground


in the rain - 2


blonde eating a banana

in a green parka


beneath an umbrella staring

at the ground


in the rain - 3


blonde in a green parka

staring at the ground

eating a banana


beneath an umbrella


in the rain - 4


blonde staring at the ground


beneath an umbrella

in a green parka

eating a banana


in the rain - 5


blonde in a green parka


beneath an umbrella staring

at the ground

eating a banana







About the Author

MICHAEL ESTABROOK is a recently retired baby boomer child-of-the-sixties poet freed finally after working 40 years for “The Man” and sometimes “The Woman.” No more useless meetings under fluorescent lights in stuffy windowless rooms. Now he’s able to devote serious time to making better poems when he’s not, of course, trying to satisfy his wife’s legendary Honey-Do List.

Don't Go Vinyl on Me / It's Hard / Too Much to Drink? - J. H. Johns


Don't Go Vinyl on Me

You sound like a broken record,

saying the same things every day,

so, now- 




let me put it another way-


whatever you do, make sure you


“…don’t go vinyl on me…”

It's Hard

It’s hard to have

city street-smarts


when you grow up

in the country


on a dirt road.

Too Much to Drink?

If you scribble

something down-


a thought, an idea-

an insight-


when you’ve had

too much to drink;


will the indecipherable script

that you try-

but can’t-

read when you’re sober,


suddenly become

“clear as day”


when you try again

after having


too much to drink?





About the Author

J. H. JOHNS “grew up and came of age” while living in East Tennessee and Middle Georgia. Specifically, the two places “responsible” for the writer that he has become are Knoxville, TN and Milledgeville, GA. 
Since then, he has moved on to Chicago- for a brief stint- and New York City- for a significantly longer stay. Currently, he is “holed up” in a small town where when he is not writing, he tends to his “nature preserve” and his “back forty.” His goal is to surround his house with all sorts of vegetation so as to obscure it from the gaze of the “locals.” He is assisted in this task by his coonhound buddy and companion, Roma. 

Most recently, J. H. Johns has appeared in The Bitchin’ Kitsch; Parody Poetry (2); Syndic Literary Journal (8); Ygdrasil (Canada); The Poetry Super Highway E-Book (Chapbook) Free-For-All; The Rain; Party & Disaster Society; Poetry Super Highway (2); Pour Vida Zine; The Potomac (2); Foam:e (Australia); Literary Juice; The Lost Coast Review; Syndic Literary Journal- Publisher’s Favorites; FishFood Magazine; ken*again; The East Coast Literary Review; Exercise Bowler; Four and Twenty; Commonline; Danse Macabre Du Jour (2); The West Wind Review; Smokebox; Word Slaw; Wizards of the Wind; Alura; and is forthcoming in Torrid Literature Journal and The Five-Two.

I Want to Cup the Sunrise in My Hands - Kathrine Yets


Pallid Sundays without him.

Cerise sunrise pools outside my window

into amber, drips of sun gem’s gusto

in a rippleless puddle.

I enjoy none of it.

But once he’s here,

my mind fractures into kaleidoscope—

chapel stained-glass windows

at 6 in the morning

when only the pastor is praying.

I am yellow. I am cerulean. I am silver.

I am orange with crimson blotches, burning

his retinas.

                            Why are you mixing every color in the clouds? he asks.

My dear, our world is a crystal’s aura.

Don’t close your eyes.






About the Author

KATHRINE YETS lives in West Allis, WI.

She spends her nights as a closing librarian, who hides behind her desk reading and writing.

She Averted Her Eyes - Michael Estabrook







About the Author

MICHAEL ESTABROOK is retired - no more useless meetings under fluorescent lights in stuffy windowless rooms. He is only able to focus on writing better poems when he's not, of course, endeavoring to satisfy his wife’s legendary "Honey-Do" List. His latest collection of poems is Bouncy House, edited by Larry Fagin (Green Zone Editions, 2016).

Thrift - Henry Brookings Whetzel


behold, these old copper cradle tonic shooters I found 

antiquing for watches and 

painted ceramic dinner plates, 


then the blown glass low balls

like yellow-green eyelids batting,

ice trays, and vintage shag tapestries, 



I also bought a pair of tea shades 

for smoking joints on the freeway.



god bless you american spendthrifts!


I spend the afternoon knowing your fiendish hearts, 

and coveting, 

owning your swank refuse.







About the Author

HENRY BROOKINGS WHETZEL is an emerging Californian poet. A recent graduate of St.Mary's College English program, Henry lives in Sacramento when he isn't traveling. His poems have appeared in various odd places. Get with it. 

The Sinner and the Rose - Mary Grace Douglas


He asked me who is the sinner

The reddest rose of many thorns that pierces her fingertips

or the admirer willing to rip him from the roots

I replied

the both of us






About the Author

MARY GRACE DOUGLAS is currently a member of AmeriCorps: National Civilian Community Corps (NCCC). In November she will receive the Segal AmeriCorps Education Award for her year of volunteer service. She plans to continue volunteering with non-profit organizations and eventually further her education in Horticulture and English.