The Famine Statue at St. Stephen’s Green

-A Reflection

By RR Ewart

I never heard you cry
But I see the tears in your eyes as you hold a cup to my lips.

You tremble when you walk dear mother,
Will your child be as ghostly as you?

I see the angel stretching its failing limbs in a scene of pleading 
As my body begins to break in my deepest heart’s core.

The blithe under our eyes and behind our lungs
Eats away at the soul like the leaves beneath our aching feet.


RR Ewart (she/her) is a writer and artist from Reno, Nevada. She works as a high school English teacher, is an accomplished book-hoarder, and a recovering procrastinator. She is completing her first novel and chapbook publication. Follow her to read more of her work on Instagram.

At the Food Bank

By Mark Jackley

What this queue stretching for blocks needs is Carlton Fisk
to hop in place, chop his arms, put some English on our fate,
rerrange a few molecules, skew the spin of the earth— 
imagine, no more hunger, if only for today, 
even if tomorrow our luck pops out, the end. 
Oh captain, give us the sign to get up off our asses, 
to stand and cheer for the whole fucking team, train the heat of our love
to realign the stars as our hopes go sailing, higher,
spinning down the line, over Boylston Street.


Mark Jackley’s poems have appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, The Cape Rock, Talking River, Cagibi, and other journals. His book Many Suns Will Rise is forthcoming from The Main Street Rag Press. He lives in Purcellville, Virginia.

PHENOMENA, A PLAYLIST

By Mark Jackley

  1. Gospel of the cat’s wet fur
  2. Soft rain on the trailer
  3. Frying pan at midnight sputtering of cold graves
  4. Sword of light from a cracked door
  5. Wet basketball in my hands
  6. Gardner in straw hat dreaming over the steering wheel
  7. Mailbox like a hunchback trying to thumb a ride
  8. How of the air but heavy we cut the air, ripples
  9. Book clutched like a weapon
  10. Warm laundry, humdrum zen
  11. Braille of wet pine needles on bare feet
  12. Mourners softly drifting
  13. Pills like Christmas lights
  14. Waking like Adam and Eve, nothing between us but time
  15. Crow, little black king
  16. One darkness and one me
  17. Stranger on the train dropping blueberries in my palm

Mark Jackley’s poems have appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, The Cape Rock, Talking River, Cagibi, and other journals. His book Many Suns Will Rise is forthcoming from The Main Street Rag Press. He lives in Purcellville, Virginia.

TO A WOODPECKER

By Mark Jackley

Once again, you knock
on the door 
of my inattention.
I open it,
those daffodils
are flowers, 
not stars.
A nuthatch 
squeaks, a pulley 
in my brain
anthro-
pomorphosizes
helplessly,
long after the fall.


Mark Jackley‘s poems have appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, The Cape Rock, Talking River, Cagibi, and other journals. His book Many Suns Will Rise is forthcoming from The Main Street Rag Press. He lives in Purcellville, Virginia.

Nature unchained

By Emma Geller

I

the cat wanders by—
finds the end of her nine lives, 
in sticky sidewalks long empty.

II

the coyote howls
in the pale desert sand,
the wise man does too.

III

the moon wails to the sea,
a pearled old longing,
in their hug, they form the tide. 

IV

she walks alone, away—
splitting the highway,
the deer lay.

V

cherry blossoms rain
on her grave, springtime’s 
veil turning—into garlands. 


Emma Geller  is a young poet from Boston, MA. She is endlessly inspired by the natural world and is thrilled that her haiku collection has found a new home online.

London

By Dylan Willoughby

There is no such thing as seeing through 
The windows fail
Is that really rain?
Or the outpouring of lost souls?

I will not decipher you

Lately, you have entered me 
As if I were a mortal thing 
Hungry for life 
Nonetheless, I ask you to remain

Mark the profligate twin clocks
Come closer than I am to myself

I tell you we are not made of the past 
Aitios is fool’s gold
Yet some nights we summon
Beginning…


Dylan Willoughby is a permanently disabled poet and composer, born in London, raised in Canada, the US, Chile, London, and elsewhere, and currently living in Los Angeles.  Dylan’s poetry has appeared in Stand, Agenda, Shenandoah, Salmagundi, Denver Quarterly, Green Mountains Review and other journals, and Chester Creek Press has published three limited-edition chapbooks.  He received an MFA from Cornell, and fellowships from Yaddo and MacDowell.  He record music as “Lost in Stars,” and have been featured by The Los Angeles Times, Entertainment Weekly, Echoes (NPR), KCRW (NPR), Nylon, XLR8R, Insomniac, Impose Magazine and elsewhere.

Night’s Ransom

By Dylan Willoughby

Your lips mouth an unbearable tongue
You read of darkness fucking night,
A jealous god swallowing his own,
His stomach a second womb

This entrance is not real, says the deceitful clay
We have disguised the banquet as a pile of bones….
You think you have stolen fire
But it is the end of us


Dylan Willoughby is a permanently disabled poet and composer, born in London, raised in Canada, the US, Chile, London, and elsewhere, and currently living in Los Angeles.  Dylan’s poetry has appeared in Stand, Agenda, Shenandoah, Salmagundi, Denver Quarterly, Green Mountains Review and other journals, and Chester Creek Press has published three limited-edition chapbooks.  He received an MFA from Cornell, and fellowships from Yaddo and MacDowell.  He record music as “Lost in Stars,” and have been featured by The Los Angeles Times, Entertainment Weekly, Echoes (NPR), KCRW (NPR), Nylon, XLR8R, Insomniac, Impose Magazine and elsewhere.

Folding Hands

By Dominic Loise

For me- 
the best story 
of transformation at church
was not loaves and fishes 
or water into wine 
but my father 
quietly showing me
how he learned to fold
his Sunday Palm 
into a cross during mass


Dominic Loise is open about and advocates for mental health awareness as seen with his essay writing for F(r)iction. His work has appeared in Alchemic Gold Poetry Society, Alt.Ctrl.Jpg, Analogies & Allegories, Calm Down, Clementine Zine, Collective Realms, Emotional Alchemy, Frances, Goat’s Milk, Innsaei Journal, Mulberry Literary, October Hill, Ouch!, Push up Daisies!, Raven Review, Re.Collective, Refresh and Silent Auctions. Dominic was a finalist in Short Editions’ “America: Color it in” contest.