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Other notable work by Christine Redman-Waldeyer, Aline Soules and Sharon Chmielarz.

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Carol Smallwood-

Ice in Lemonade

is for those with time
to study the wonder
of summer’s brevity

* originally published in Water, Earth, Air, Fire, and Picket Fences (Lamar University Press, 2014).

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Photographs

of Earth from space reveal
an impersonal blue marble
with partial cloud cover.

I make Florida orange
Japan purple like my
childhood globe sewed by
longitude and latitude.

* originally published in Water, Earth, Air, Fire, and Picket Fences (Lamar University Press, 2014).

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Wind

Where wind comes from and why
leaves rustle can be explained
by science on the Internet.

But there’s a pleasure in mystery,
guessing, and imagining the truth
like hearing Mass in Latin.

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Main Street

I drive with march music or
symphony, crowds calling my name,
cheering storekeepers joining
under marquees.

Tires hum, clouds change as time
and space blend, vanishing points
always changing.

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The Scent of Smoke

I inhale deeply capturing
the past companionship of
smoke filled worlds;
crane my neck to
see the politically incorrect
smoker with superiority–
and envy.

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Carol Smallwood’s over four dozen nonfiction books include Women on Poetry: Writing, Revising, Publishing and Teaching, on Poets & Writers Magazine list of Best Books for Writers. Bringing the Arts into the Library, her sixth book for the American Library Association, is a 2014 anthology. Her first poetry collection that appeared after a chapbook was nominated for the Pushcart Prize; hundreds of her award winning poems have appeared in literary magazines in the United States and abroad. Carol, a Michigan resident, has founded and supports humane societies.

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Christine Redman-Waldeyer-

Amulet (The Hand of Miriam)

Miriam leads the women in a dance while singing:
“Sing to the Lord, for God is highly exalted. 

Both horse and driver God has hurled into the sea.”

She sings silently to herself,
pulls out a marker
begins to fill scratches

on the surfaces
of her latest antique.
In the laundry room,

she soaks the white curtains
caked with last night’s dinner,
moves to the bedroom

to turn down sheets stained
with the loss of a child
she can’t bleach out.

She is spring cleaning.
She will finally pack up
her childhood dollhouse

on display in the dining room
brought out each year for Christmas.
She will note the missing window,

take the baby from her crib,
take the children from their beds,
the mother from her kitchen—

will consider the father figure
poised on the couch
facing the miniature TV.

She will wrap them carefully in paper,
pressing each set of arms
to their sides.

She will remove the furniture,
the kitchen table, the stove, the sink—
the tiny, tiny dishes.

It is the larger furniture—
the beds and cribs,
armchairs, and armoires

she has the most difficulty
arranging in the box.
She will carry her once

beloved family, their belongings,
and the house to the attic.
While covering the dollhouse

with an old sheet decorated
in images
of cookies and milk,

she will remember her nightmare,
the ominous hand outside
the dining room window,

remember how the chandelier’s
lights flickered,
remember their eating,

her growing fear.

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Endless Summer

There are roses
and there are roses

that bloom all summer—
Hydrangea.

Blue or pink,
it all depends on the acid level

of the soil;
I love that there are no thorns

when I cut their precious heads off,
arrange them in a vase.

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Eve Asks

Adam to wash and fold
the laundry,

to remember to keep her first,
though Adam’s Father

is also mother.
She asks him to tend

the children when they cry,
when they hurt,

when they have made
someone else cry or hurt.

She asks him to remember
each curve,

how the bends of her body
are meant to bear more than

she thought she could handle,
but did.

She asks him to forgo
the housemaking out dung.

She doesn’t care if it is all he has.
She can’t take the smell.

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Christine Redman-Waldeyer is a poet and Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Passaic County Community College in New Jersey. She has published three poetry collections, Frame by Frame, Gravel, and Eve Asks (all with Muse-Pie Press) and has appeared in Paterson Literary Journal, Schuylkill Valley Journal, The Texas Review, Verse Wisconsin, and others. She founded Adanna, a literary journal that focuses on women’s topics. She is a graduate of Drew University’s D.Litt Program in writing. She will be a workshop instructor in the forthcoming “Summer Institute for Artists and Writers” at the College of Saint Elizabeth, New Jersey 2014.

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Aline Soules-

Links

With your infant mouth
round my nipple, we are one,
as I was one with your father
the moment you began.

I feel your tug
as we rock under the old quilt.
Unclear shapes
loom in the dim light–
crib, dresser, shelves,
a mis-shapen box.

Downstairs, snores mingle
with the hum of the fridge,
the guinea pig
rustles his cedar-shaving bed,
and air rushes from the grate
as the furnace kicks in.
The smell of fried onions
lingers from supper.

Outside, leaves respond
to the growing wind,
while trucks whine
on their journey up the freeway,
and trains crash
in the freightyard a mile away.

Thunder closes in.
Lightning casts eerie shadows.
Fat rain spats the sidewalk
and the smell of just-damp earth
seeps through the open crack
in the bedroom window.

The half-light of street lamps
diffuses under clouds
that hide distant stars and planets,
but the moon finds a narrow path
through the storm to find
your face.

Nothing changes your rhythm,
eyes and fists clenched,
brow sweating with effort,
center of the universe.

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Jogging

With loping stride,
my son starts his daily jog
down the sidewalks
of our neighborhood.

Long and lean,
he moves with easy grace,
so different from the jerky
toddler who chased a ball
too close to the street.

He is no longer the boy
who kicked stones from his path
on the way to school,
the taut-muscled kid
who rushed to play with his friends,
the stumbling youth on a walk
with his first girl friend.

I watch him grow
smaller in the distance,
turn the corner
and disappear.

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Apart

I’ve given you away.
I don’t know who got
your lungs or eyes or
bones, but your heart
went to a young woman
with two small children.
She wrote to say that it will
slowly give way to her body’s
disease, but not before
she sees her children grow.

Are you breathing in the chest
of a man just down the street?
Do you look at a lake
through the eyes of a boy
who has only known
the sound of its lapping waves
or the chill of his first
plunge of summer?
Can you climb a mountain
in the now-sturdy legs
of a woman on the other side
of the country?

The more those legs
take you away from me
and your heart pumps in another,
the more you breathe
to a different rhythm
and each of us sees people and places
the other will never know,
the more my empty heart
wonders if we have met again,
neither of us able to recognize
that we are together still.

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Aline Soules’ work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, such as Houston Literary Review, Poetry Midwest, and Kenyon Review. Her latest chapbook, Evening Sun: a Widow’s Journey, was published in 2014. Her collection of prose poems and flash fiction, Meditation on Woman was published in 2011.

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Sharon Chmielarz-

Starry Nights of Pantry Labor

“I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be, so I’m on my way home.” Bob Dylan

Maybe a soulscape begins as door.
Your hand, hesitant on the handle,

not sure where you’ll feel at home.
Yours won’t come looking for you.

A sea rushes in only so far. Deserts demand
you bumble onto them.

Your search is a little like flirting, like
the flirting between Jesus

and the Samaritan woman at the well,
her oasis in an arid land

where they prattled on, each sharing
their thoughts on water.

Sometimes you follow the harsh back
of winter to find the scape

that matches you. Insight may happen
on a starry night of pantry labor:

what is missing, what is at hand.
Light streams in, wave after wave

moves through your rooms,
traversable mountains.

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On Time and Its Progress

through catacomb-like cubicles (what is
the fate of boxed warblers in the souk?),

through a claustrophobic labyrinth, what
is the distance to the exit? (Balak! Balak!)

Odors register in jabble-hustled dates,
wool djellabas, bloody slabs of beef,
cedar chips and leather purses–Freudian
interpretations in muted colors–
nougat and donkey dung, a shoulder

clinging aroma that surfaces
in a more recent century and is bused

to a hotel established a long time ago
when floor tiles gleamed and a bar’s armchairs

faced a window wall, a view of this hillside
city, all nine hundred or so years of it.
Time stops on today, a chair I sink into.
A server, a tall, dark-suited man, arrives
and, more polite than anyone I know,

offers to bring whatever year I desire. With
or without sugar, he asks, wielding his tea tray.

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Looking at an Interior
Degas, Intérieur, 1868-69

The name of this room could be loss,
a view taken at dusk. The shadow
stands at the door like a beast
on four legs, and a pool
of pallor throws itself forward

icing the walls, here, too small
or too large, turned in not out
like the bed, like the mirror’s reflection.
The corset on the floor, too great
or insignificant to be stepped over

by shadow or pallor. Admit
the interior had nothing before
they paid for the use of the room.

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Sharon Chmielarz’s eighth book of poetry, Love from the Yellowstone Trail, was published in June, 2013.

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Masthead

Editor, Lisa Zaran

ISSN: 1095-732x

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January - Maria Luisa Arroyo
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Confirmed Featured Poets – 2014

April - Rebirth
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June - Brian Fanelli
July - Carol Smallwood
August - Elizabeth P. Glixman
September - Sally Van Doren
October - Sherry O'Keefe
November - Robert McDonald
December - Gerry McFarland

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2015

January - James Keane
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March - Joseph Reich
April - Charles Thielman
May - Norbert Krapf
June - Lynne Knight
July - Sarah Brown Weitzman
August - Tom Montag
September - Susan Palmer
October - Holly Day
November - A.J. Huffman
December - Tom Pescatore

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2016

January - Richard Perin
February - Linne Ebbrecht
March - Sheri Vandermolen
April - Molly Cappiello
May - Caleb Coy
June - Paul Lubenkov
July - Domenic Scopa
August - Adam Phillips
September - Timothy Gager
October - Bruce Lader
November - Holly Day
December - Al Rocheleau

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2017

January - Robert Lietz
February - Jocelyn Heaney
March - David Brinkman
April - Lana Bella
May - Kaitlyn O'Malley

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