Fall/Winter 2017 ~
Poetry by…A. Marie Kaluza, Abigale Louise LeCavalier, Adam Levon Brown,
Ainsley McWaters,Amber Tran, Amy Jacoby, Andrew Hubbard, Ayaz Daryl
Nielsen, Betty J. Sayles, Bradford Middleton, Claudia Messelod,Cody
Robinson, Daginne Aignend, Daniel de Cullá, Debbie Berk, Dr. Emily
Bilman, Erren Geraud Kelly, Eve Marie Dobbins, Frederick Pollack,
J R Byalin, JD DeHart, Jennifer Courtney, Lindsay Diem, Lynn White,
Marg Walker, Mark J. Mitchell, Martin Foroz, Michael Lee Johnson,
Michael Marrotti, Milenko Županović, Nathaniel Sverlow,
Peter MacQuarrie, r soos, Raven Jade Cole, Rebecca Villineau,
Richard Calaman, Robert Beveridge, Sandra Bounds, Sanjeev Sethi, Sergio A. Ortiz, Simon Perchick, T. Manikas-ML, Tamsen Grace, Torie Cooper, TS Hidalgo, Vineet Pandey, Wayne F. Burke, Fiction by…Bertram Allan Mullin, Cindy Knoebel, Paul Lubaczewski, David B. Harrington, Flash Fiction by…Dominic Leah Conda, Elise Edmonds, Non Fiction by…Richard Hartwell, Artwork by…Betsy Jennifer, Daniel de Culla, Debbie Berk, Kate Viola, Richard Calaman, Photography by…Betsy Jennifer, Kyle Hemmings, Mark Burchard, Cover art, “One Suspicious Night” by Betsy Jennier
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Featured Poem
Image by Debbie Berk
My mouth opens and a million black ravens
free fall from my lips
I always wave goodbye and smile them away,
feathered mouth and all
they won’t come back
but that’s probably for the best
new ones will arrive any moment
with the rustle of uneasy wings
and dark sounds that get stuck at the back of my throat
I didn’t even know that my mouth was big enough
to accommodate all these fucking birds
and did you know that the collective noun for a group of ravens
is an unkindness?
An unkindness of Ravens live in me
and I don’t know how to get them all to leave
they have nestled in the shadowy cracks of my teeth
claimed my body as home
and sometimes
sometimes their call is the only reminder that I still exist
My mouth opens and unkindness free falls from my lips
launches into the heart of anyone standing too close
They tilt their heads and stare at me
and I am spitting feathered apologies
and promises with an iridescent sheen
I can’t remember when the birds showed up
maybe they have always been here
waiting for me to open my mouth
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Raven Jade Cole is a writer, book nerd, and high school English teacher. Her life revolves around critical pedagogy, community-based learning spaces, and the magic that is literature. In addition to working with Operation Pathways, Forward Arts, Inc, and Next Left Press, she performs spoken word poetry at the Eclectic Truth Open Mic and Poetry Slam in Baton Rouge. She currently lives in a gumbo pot in southern Louisiana with her husband and their dog. ravenjadefa@gmail.com