Dashboard Horus: A Bird's Eye View of the Universe

  Pediatrician  Kelley   White  has worked in inner-city Philadelphia and rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in  Exquisite Corpse, Rattle  and  JAMA.  Her recent books are  Toxic Environment  (Boston Poet Press) and  Two Birds in Flame  (Beech River Books). She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant. Aquedoctan At a place called Aquedoctan Paugus Bay meets Winnipesaukee, Here dwelt Abenaki people Long before the current era Here they fished in spring and summer Traded food and strings of wampum Feasted, prayed, danced and courted Made alliances with each other Tribes that came to gather winter Supplies and share the new news Of other people’s dealings further To the North, South, East, and Western And the doings of the English Who soon enough a man called Endicott Came from the stolen land of Massachusetts And he claimed a rock that guarded The stoneworks long relied on To support the basketwork weirs ...

  Carole Mertz is the author of Color and Line , a collection of ekphrastic and other poetry. Her recent work appears in World Literature Today, The Ekphrastic Review, and Quill and Parchment. Carole is Book Review editor at Dreamers Creative Writing.  An American Student Abroad   Time was—when I walked the cobblestones of Salzburg   heading across the river  to my music lessons. Those   who lived in Mozart's town knew the best places to buy yogurts   in glass jars, eaten and returned for a penny. Not many    in my class were yogurt fans,  suspended as they were   between U.S. and Austrian fare. I enjoyed riding the   tram, enjoyed calling out “Aussteigen” with my most   Germanic flare. The word I knew best, the word   I hoped somehow would carry me back to the U.S.of A. © 2025 Carole Mertz 

                                                                    Photograph of James Baldwin from the Carl Van Vechten Collection Writer/designer, Pam Ward just released her poetry book Between Good Men & No Man At All , World Stage Press. She’s published two novels, Want Some Get Some , and Bad Girls Burn Slow , Kensington. A UCLA graduate, recipient of a California Arts Council Fellow, and Pushcart Poetry Nominee, Pam has published in Chiron, Calyx, Voices of Leimert Park and the LA Times and is currently writing a novel about her aunt & the Black Dahlia Murder. Contemplating Baldwin Inside Café de Flore             “For every James Baldwin, there are a whole lot of corpses, a lot of people who went under.” -“ James Baldwin Baldwin almost did it, once.  B...

This year's Pushcart Prize nominees are: Keiko Amano “After the Concert”(prose Jeanie Greenfelder “Time Travel”  (poem) Victor Infante “Traveling by Map” (poem)  Scott Kaestner “The Las Vegas Trip” (poem) Rick Lupert  “At Night With Pizza” (poem)  Annette Sugden “" (poem) Congratulations to the  nominees.:)

  Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and man who believes the simpler the simple things, the better they become. Google “scott kaestner poetry” to peruse his musings and doings, maybe even buy a book. The Las Vegas Trip Two mushrooms eaten in a 5th floor hotel room doors swing open I walk these streets looking through the prism of foregone conclusions empty promises and unrealistic expectations cigarette smoke clouds fluorescent lights and lady luck she is a ghost here everyone’s looking nothing is found high hopes, heat, cocktails roll the dice - sip bourbon swallow my fate along with the burden of being a stranger in a strange land a daisy soul tripping fire breathing dragon in an arid vacuum of time and space waiting for a win that ain’t coming. © 2024 Scott C. Kaestner

Annette Sugden is a poet whose work has appeared in poeticdiversity , Gentle Strength Quarterly,, and more. She’s lived in Seattle, London, and Los Angeles. Annette currently resides outside of Phoenix with her partner, Michael, their three dogs, and two cats.   She Runs in Silver She runs in silver like an arctic fox (No, that’s not right) She walks inside colors Rains out games and lovers (Still not quite it either) She is not she or they or he or it She is a nebula (No, she isn’t) She stands on my window Invisible, a sylph, not a siren Her secret, silent and just out of reach © 2024 Annette Sugden