INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Lana Bella
Laszlo Slomovits
Amit Parmessur
Elisavietta Ritchie
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Yuan Hongri
Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya
Alex Ferde
Karyn M. Bruce
Rajuish Mishra
Alan Britt
Patrick Ashinze
Shutta Crum
Fahredin Shehu
Paul B. Roth
Helen Gyigya
Aneek Chatterjee
Joanie Freeman
Gale Acuff
Robert Nisbet
Fred Wolven
Sreekanth Kopuri
Michael Lee Johnson
Silvia Scheibli
Richard Gartee
Ali Znaidi
Jennifer Burd
John Grey
Running Cub
Peycho Kanev
Duane Locke
Ann Arbor Review
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Francis Ferde
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--editor / Southeastern Florida
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Submissions via e-mail:
An expensive overseas vacation,
An exclusive gym membership,
Drinking premium coffee,
Partying all night.
I imagined when my first infertility treatment was over.
Yet I lack
vacation days for vacation,
a body fit for gym membership
an understanding ear.
So I fill my poems with grief,
and send them out like birds,
Singing to my new Facebook friends,
and occasionally readers of poetry journals.
As I drink my premium coffee,
Slowly walking in a community garden in my hometown,
I pick out fresh tomatoes and cucumbers,
My basket is lined with hope.
GREEN GOSSIPERS
The sprawling weed
spreads like gossip, over the yard.
This year,
is she called
a poisonous Ivy,
or her nuisance cousin,
a creeping Virginia?
Her roots, hidden deep,
always elude me.
Her minions, the sprawls
reappear in surprising places,
sucking on trees and fences,
Or taking dominion
over empty chunks
of our garden.
I was there this morning.
A rain watered them,
made them soft,
and easy to pluck.
With two full bins of green waste collected,
I am proud of today's toil.
However, these uninvited Virginias and Ivys
are like other gossipers,
sprawling from high school
to workplace,
with pesky determination.
They are always self-serving,
crowding out
weaker, cultivated plants
taking credit from others,
bearing deep-rooted secrets,
no one will ever learn.
Some of them were still there,
when I left.
Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya, Leonia, New Jersey