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

  Oberon and Titania on a Lily (William Blake) Sarah Sarai’s poems are in Sinister Wisdom, Barrow Street, New Ohio Review, The Southampton Review, Wallace Stevens Journal, Pine Hills Review , and many others. She is author of various poetry collections and chapbooks, among them The Future Is Happy (BlazeVOX), T he Risen Barbie (Dusie Kollektiv), and Geography of Soul and Taffeta (Indolent). This Way and That       It was a fairy funeral. [William Blake] On the garden bed of Blake’s fairy procession roll this and that, these ways of midnight pleasure in enchantment and commonplace wisdom like don’t touch the fairies, they’re sensitive. Act within a soul populated by sightings and wistful affection, see the filmstrip is at high-enough speed life’s fluidity’s felt, as at the funeral Blake saw, a bodylet laid out on a leaf. Authentication enough for me [that fairies exist] I e-mailed you who reminded me Blake saw God when he was four. God got down on Her ...

  A reluctant carbon-based life-form, Herrmann was surprised to find himself on a farm in Kansas in 1951. He’s still trying to make sense of that, but has grown fond of grass waving under wind, trees and the enchantment of moonlight. His work has been published in print and online, even in languages he can’t read. He has carried baby kittens in his mouth, pet snakes, and held conversations with owls, but is careful not to anger them! All this, despite a traumatic, abusive childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD, cyclothymia, an anxiety disorder, a form of Mutism, and (now) PTSD. Texas Exit Out in the country, way, way out, where officialdom is far distant, and despised, we make our own rules when convenient, and no one cares. For instance when I want to leave the interstate, when my road is near, I just drive off – across the shoulder, across the grass, to frontage road – and home! No one objects. Almost Meeting Two boys, age nine, or ten, or so, in separate cars going opposite d...

Pediatrician Kelley White has worked in inner-city Philadelphia and rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in Exquisite Corpse, Rattle, and JAMA . Her most recent chapbook is A Field Guide to Northern Tattoos (Main Street Rag Press.) She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant and is currently Poet in Residence at Drexel University College of Medicine. Her newest collection, No.Hope Street has just been published by Kelsay Books. Marmots Beware   Old Faithful, Yosemite, El Capitan! These cheeky little creatures will not be denied. You must wrap your car in plastic like enormous trash or Christmas presents lest the little fellows crunch up electrics or your engine. Don’t forget the underwrappings, they can squeeze into your chassis, and do more damage than our average little eastern squirrels. They live at elevations over 7000 feet so we’re mainly safe from their sharp little teeth here along the Atlantic. But a chipmunk’s brought down many an old car left idl...

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Stand, Washington Square Review,  and Sheepshead Review. Latest books, Between Two Fires , Covert , and  Memory Outside The Head , are available through Amazon. Grey has work forthcoming in the McNeese Review, Santa Fe Literary Review, and California Quarterly . In Greenwich Village Away from grid smoke and subway rumble, I find chess players in Washington Square, bongo players drumming up a beat I first heard many years ago, a guy strumming a guitar with cap at his feet, and pigeons… so many pigeons, so much pigeon droppings. I drink coffee in a downstairs café, nibble the glaze off a stale donut, look around at the clientele, aging bohemians mostly, paying for java out of their social security checks. Then I stroll the narrow streets, am constantly reminded how far the world has come from this neighborhood’s heyday. The last record store is boarded up. The bookstore window offers Marxist tracts dirt chea...

                                                                     photo © Andrea Vanacore Barbara Anna Gaiardoni alias @bag is an Italian pedagogist and author. Winner of the First Prize in the 2023 “Zheng Nian Cup National Literature Price”. She began writing Japanese-style poems in 2019 and since has been published in Asahi Haikuist Network, Haiku Dialogue THF,The Japan Society UK, Drifting Sands Haibun, and 75 other international journals. Her works are been translated on Japanese, Romanian, Arabic, Malayalam, Hindi, French and in Spanish languages. Drawing, swimmer and walking in nature are her passions. Her motto is "I can, I must, I will do it.” Made in Italy “Cakes, biscuits and chocolates, all personalised in musical instruments shapes, notes, pentagrams and treble clef”, scream a peddler. If you're not...

  Lorraine Caputo is a wandering troubadour whose poetry appears in over 400 journals on six continents, and 23 collections of poetry – including In the Jaguar Valley (dancing girl press, 2023) 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. WRAITHS Ghostly nebulous tendrils drift past the hills & drape the ancient spires of temples Ghostly music drifts across this late night hour, down the canyons of cobblestone streets The dull clangs from a church’s campanile vibrate this predawn darkness © 2023 Lorraine Caputo