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

Bio: Angel Uriel Perales is a writer whose biographical details are not important.  Please enjoy his poetry. She covers her eyes with her hands, tells me I can’t see her. I ask her how that works and she simply giggles. Her laugh, her armamentum, I’m infected with memories agon, her birth, her first smirk, some early sickness on her breath, her smile dissolves in front of me in clouds of white eiderdown and she giggles and I learn how her trick works. Reading time, I read her favored books aloud. She wants surplus depictions of the narratives, my own distinctive portraitures. She demands personal anecdotes. I share what mental imagery I can and she opens up to me her mind’s eye. I feel quite contrived. I found her hiding in a cupboard. I laughed and asked her how she fit. She gifted her quick smirk,  my little Laverna with cunning teeth. But thereupon I found the mustard on the counter, a pickle jar, the Miracle Whip. I swung open the refrigerator door, my fury frightening me...

  Internationally published, award-winning poet and historian, Duane L Herrmann has work translated into several languages, published in a dozen countries, in print and online. He has a sci-fi novel , seven full-length collections of poetry, a history book, and more chapbooks. His poetry has received the Robert Hayden Poetry Fellowship, inclusion in American Poets of the 1990s , Map of Kansas Literature (website), Kansas Poets Trail , and others. These accomplishments defy his traumatic childhood embellished by dyslexia, ADHD, and now, PTSD. He spends his time on the prairie with trees in the breeze and writes – and loves moonlight! Death in a Small German Town This death did not make “news,” not earth shattering, nor momentous to others, but it touched hearts on two continents. When visitors came from far away speaking strangely with family ties he opened his heart and told, for the first time – ever, of the war he knew and being prisoner in France and Georgia, USA. Astonishing ...

  Bio: Mike Turner is a songwriter and poet living on the US Gulf Coast. His original songs have received radio and streaming play in the US, UK, Ireland, Europe, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand. His latest release, “Colors and Hues,” is on major streaming platforms. Mike’s poetry has been published in numerous journals and anthologies; his book, “Visions and Memories,” was published in 2021 by Sweetycat Press. Sailing On   I stare at a distant horizon Seas a deep midnight blue Flecked with emerald and turquoise Tipped with ivory foam Moving, constantly changing A waft of salt air tickling my nostrils   Looking up, I see vast planes of white Canvas reaching to the heavens Main, foresail, staysail, jib Arching and bellowing, filled with wind Driving the schooner onward The bows rising and falling as we race ahead   Beneath my feet, teak decks roll with the swells Further below solid oak beams and frames groan with strain Pine planks reverberate with each crash...

  Lorraine Caputo is a wandering troubadour whose poetry appears in over 300 journals on six continents, and 20 collections of poetry – including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019), and Caribbean Interludes (Origami Poems Project, 2022). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. Her writing has been honored by the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada (2011) and nominated for the Best of the Net. Caputo has done literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. She journeys through Latin America with her faithful knapsack Rocinante, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth.  www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer    https://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com   FIESTA PLAINS (Leymebamba)   I. Dawn In a copse of trees on mist-embraced east mountains, green parrots chatter   & fly away in a cloud towards chacras of sweet corn.     II. Afternoon Across the ridges I trek, seeking ancient homes, the r...

Frank William Finney is a poet and former lecturer from Massachusetts.  He lived in Thailand from 1995 until 2020, where he taught literature at Thammasat University.  His work has appeared in such publications as From the Four Chambered Heart: In tribute to Anais Nin , The Raven’s Perch, The Thieving Magpie, and other places. New work to appear in The Deronda Review, Freshwater Literary Journal , and Press Pause Press . His chapbook The Folding of the Wings is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Winter Games  (Mount Komagatake, Japan) Above the Kotatsu of the Kamisama Above the steaming sulphurous springs A swirling white flurry spars with the Hakone wind And black wings wrestle on the grey mat of a winter sky Here in the restless thin icy air even the mighty Fuji will be pinned by the clouds. This poem was first published in 1995 in Fingerlings by Catamount Press (Huntsville, Alabama). © 2022 Frank William Finney

                                                                           © 2022 marie c lecrivain                                                      Mira Martin-Parker earned a BA at The New School for Social Research, and an MA in philosophy and an MFA in creative writing at San Francisco State University. Their work has appeared in various publications, including the Istanbul Literary Review , North Dakota Quarterly , great weather for MEDIA , and Zyzzyva . Parker’s collection of short stories, The Carpet Merchant’s Daughter , won the 2013 Five [Quarterly] e-chapbook competition. Logistics It began with connections and exchanges, caravans and camels. It began ...

  Jeff Santosuosso is a business consultant and award-winning poet living in Pensacola, FL.  His chap book, “Body of Water,” is available through Clare Songbirds Publishing House. He is Editor-in-Chief of panoplyzine.com , an online journal of poetry and short prose. Jeff’s work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Comstock Review , San Pedro River Review, South Florida Poetry Journal, The Blue Nib, Mojave River Review, The Lake (UK), Red Fez, Texas Poetry Calendar, Avocet, Pif, and other online and print publications. Fly Sky-High             High-scaling cables pulled his gaze up to the sky.  He followed the parabola. As a child he’d get sick from tracing curves from street to sky, accelerating up over the Bay, bile forming in this throat. He compensated, eyed the down-slope on the concave.  Freedom desired, he then vowed to build these bridges, tongue-tied and so young, suspended just as c...

Bio: (RD Armstrong)  Raindog has retired. He spends his days trying to remember how he got here; floating down a lazy river that lives in his mind. He continues to help out wherever he can, but he's no longer running the Lummox Press. Ah, what a relief! Old Paint   Spanish Mike sat on the tailgate of his pickup and waited for the dust cloud to reach him.   The pickup, an ancient, rusting thing, had finally lurched to a halt, a death rattle shaking the frame as the last drops of oil sizzled on the hot roadway. The pickup, which Mike had nursed through ten years of hard, lonely roads, finally threw a rod outside Mexican Hat and it was through some fluke that he’d been able to get as far as the southern edge of Monument Valley, almost to the Grand Canyon exit.   Mike waited for the USPS Ranger to get close enough to see him before he pumped a couple of rounds of deer shot into the radiator, a symbolic coup-de-gras and flipped the sawed-off up to his chin like Lucas McCa...