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Polar Vortex Pioneers
by James Schwartz

Here in Michigan we are pioneers,
Detroit daughters of a revolution.

Small town streets are still named,
For Lafayette.

The great blizzard of ’78 is discussed,
As though yesterday.

Today the Great Lakes froze,
And Hell.

The polar vortex leaving behind,
Tomorrow’s pioneers.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: “Polar Vortex Pioneers” was previously published in Arrival and Departure (Writing Knights Press, 2014).

PHOTO: “Michigan Farm in Winter” by James Schwartz.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: James Schwartz is a gay ex-Amish poet and slam performer in Michigan. Schwartz’s poetry has been published by various poetry journals and anthologies. His book The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay and Amish in America, was published by in Group Press in 2011, and, more recently, his poetry appeared via Writing Knights Press. Visit him at

The Gate Was Open

IMAGE: The Gate Is Open,” photograph by John T. Langfeld (12/17/2014).

ABOUT THE IMAGE: “Cloud Gate” (aka “The Bean”) is a public sculpture by Anish Kapoor, and is the centerpiece of the AT&T Plaza in Millennium Park, Chicago, Illinois. The work reflects and distorts the city’s skyline.Visitors to the Park can walk around and under this work. It measures 33 x 66 x 42 feet. Made up of 168 stainless steel plates welded together, its highly polished exterior has no visible seams. “Cloud Gate” was dedicated May 15, 2006.

jtl 2011 Santa Fe

ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHER: A native of Minnesota, John T. Langfeld received a B.S. in Music Education from St. Cloud State University in Instrumental and Vocal Music and continued on to the University of Wisconsin/Madison for a M.M. and Ph.D. work (ABD) in Musicology. In addition, he studied aesthetic education and metacognition at Northwestern University (also ABD) with Benjamin Bloom and Bennett Reimer. Langfeld has written for “juried” journals and is a published poet. Visit him at His photography is represented by

by Eric Burke

As a kid,
he couldn’t get enough light

to go through the aperture
from the small mirror.

At forty-two,

he finally sees
rotifers in the bird bath water.

SOURCE:  “Self-Portrait” by Eric Burke was first published in PoetsArtists and has subsequently been remixed into a whimsical poetry video by Paul Broderick for The Poetry Storehouse.

IMAGE: “Bird Bath Reflections” by Delia.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Eric Burke lives in Columbus, Ohio. He has an MA in Classics from The Ohio State University, but has worked as a computer programmer for the past 15 years. More of his poems can be found in Thrush Poetry Journal, bluestem, PANK, qarrtsiluni, Escape Into Life, decomP, A cappella Zoo, Weave Magazine, and A Clean, Well-Lighted Place. You can keep up with him at his blog.

By Jacque Stukowski

Spanning across the great divide is a bridge that joins you and me

The sign says, “Bridge Out—No Trespassing” but I take the risk anyway

Over loose beams and broken tressels, cautiously rebuilding as I go

The further I am from the safety of my own shoreline,
the more my heart beats

Looking down through broken wood the dark rushing water below,
I can taste the fear so palpable in my mouth I just want to turn back

But I know I must continue my work, using great caution as I patch up these
broken beams

There’s risk if I turn back or move on but I choose to keep bending the nails
and mending the splintered boards of our love

As I finally reach the middle of our bridge
I look up from bended knee and there you are staring back at me

With hammer in hand and on shaky knees I can see,
you that you’ve rebuilt your side and come to join with me

So we join together, there in the middle of our bridge once so broken neither one could cross over

Together with renewed hope, we stand there in the silence

Reveling in each other new effort to do the hard work and repair
Knowing now and forevermore, that our bridge needs constant and frequent care

But it takes us both,
Meeting here in the middle or it will undoubtedly crumble and fall

So we walk hand in hand, crossing over to the other side

Reunited once again, crossing that chasm that was once so deep and wide

IMAGE: “The Bridge,” photograph by Jacque Stukowski


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Jacque Stukowski‘s blog God[isms] is her personal space to vent and share stories of growth through life’s ups and downs living with BP and ADHD. It’s a place where her writing and photos collide with spirituality, a dash of 12 steps, and a sprinkle of the daily trials of being a Christian wife, mother of two boys, and a full-time graphic designer. She frequently uses metaphors and symbolism to connect the reader to real life things in nature to convey the message she’s writing about. Her poem “Grey (doesn’t always) Matter” appeared in the Silver Birch Press May Poetry Anthology (2014).

by Louise Glück

Several weeks ago I discovered a photograph of my mother
sitting in the sun, her face flushed as with achievement or triumph.
The sun was shining. The dogs
were sleeping at her feet where time was also sleeping,
calm and unmoving as in all photographs.

I wiped the dust from my mother’s face.
Indeed, dust covered everything; it seemed to me the persistent
haze of nostalgia that protects all relics of childhood.
In the background, an assortment of park furniture, trees and shrubbery.

The sun moved lower in the sky, the shadows lengthened and darkened.
The more dust I removed, the more these shadows grew.
Summer arrived. The children
leaned over the rose border, their shadows
merging with the shadows of the roses.

A word came into my head, referring
to this shifting and changing, these erasures
that were now obvious—

it appeared, and as quickly vanished.
Was it blindness or darkness, peril, confusion?

Summer arrived, then autumn. The leaves turning,
the children bright spots in a mash of bronze and sienna . . .

MORE: To read “A Summer Garden” by Louise Glück in its entirety, visit

PHOTO: Vintage photograph of a woman with a dog, available at


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Louise Glück was appointed Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 2003, after serving as a Special Bicentennial Consultant three years prior in 2000. She is the author of numerous books of poetry, most recently, Poems 1962-2012 (2012), A Village Life: Poems (2009), Averno (2006), The Seven Ages (2001), and Vita Nova (1999), winner of Boston Book Review’s Bingham Poetry Prize and The New Yorker‘s Book Award in Poetry. In 2004, Sarabande Books released her six-part poem “October” as a chapbook. Her other books include Meadowlands (1996), The Wild Iris (Ecco Press, 1992) — winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the Poetry Society of America’s William Carlos Williams Award — Ararat (1990), for which she received the Library of Congress’s Rebekah Johnson Bobbitt National Prize for Poetry, and The Triumph of Achilles (1985), which received the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Boston Globe Literary Press Award, and the Poetry Society of America’s Melville Kane Award. In 2008, Glück was selected to receive the Wallace Stevens Award for mastery in the art of poetry. Her most recent collection, Poems 1962-2012, was awarded the 2013 Los Angeles Times Book Prize. She is a writer-in-residence at Yale University.

by Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)

Blade of grass
a firefly lands
takes off again.

PHOTO: “Female firefly in the grass” by Rick Lieder,, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Prints available at

by Matsuo Basho

The summer world
floats in the lake
waves wash over

IMAGE: “Reflections” by Christopher and Amanda Elwell. Prints available at

rain poem
by A.D. Winans

the storm
lets up

the birds
take flight

neighbors dog
sheds water

drops in
sprinkler rhythm

a cavalry
of children

magically appear
in rainbow splendor

sun peeks
from clouds

smell of fall
in the air

PHOTO: “Rainbow Over the Golden Gate” by Ei Katsumata. Prints available at

Visit A.D. Winans at his website to learn more about his poetry and poetry collections.

by Jane Mead

slicing this frozen sky know
where they are going—
and want to get there.

Their call, both strange
and familiar, calls
to the strange and familiar

heart, and the landscape
becomes the landscape
of being, which becomes

the bright silos and snowy
fields over which the nuanced
and muscular geese

are calling—while time
and the heart take measure.

PHOTO: “Snow Geese over New Melle, Missouri” by Bill Tiepelman. Prints available at

Image ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Jane Mead is the author of four poetry collections. Her poems have been published widely in anthologies and journals and she is the recipient of grants and awards from the Whiting, Guggenheim, and Lannan Foundations. For many years, she served as Poet-in-Residence at Wake Forest University. She now farms in Northern California and teaches in the Drew University low-residency MFA program in Poetry and Poetry in Translation. Her latest collection is Money Money Money Water Water Water (Alice James Books, 2014), available at


To commemorate the 20th anniversary of Charles Bukowski’s passing, we have raffled off a limited-edition commemorative poster by Joan Gannij – donated by the photographer.

Congratulations to our winner:

Denise Enck (Bellingham, Washington)

NOTE: To purchase a signed copy of the limited-edition poster for just $20 (plus shipping and handling), send an email to Joan Gannij  —

ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHER: Born in New York City, raised in L.A., and based in Amsterdam since 1987, Joan Gannij started her career as a photojournalist, freelancing for the LA TimesLos Angeles magazine, and many other publications. Her pictorial interviews with Henry Miller and Mohammad Ali, along with a syndicated radio program “Off the Record” (interviewing guests like Leonard Cohen and Bruce Springsteen, Joan Baez, and John Lennon) gave her a reputation as a pop culture provocateuse.  It was ”by accident” that she crossed paths with Charles Bukowski, when asked by a friend to shoot photos to accompany his Rolling Stone interview. One photographic encounter led to another, and then a few more. Bukowski was touched when she gifted him with a box of photographs and appointed her his ”official book jacket photographer.” Her candid portraits Bukowski have appeared on his book translations around the world: from Israel and Iran to Finland and Japan. Visit her at