Black Marble by Rock Martinez

Reflecting prisms of light from a fading sky The black stone, as cold as the death it symbolizes. Catching flickering candlelight that dances in darkness it descends into hallowed ground, burying its past. Thousands of names carved in black marbleThe sacrifice of a nation.This memorial, in the shadow of monuments, Is a mirror of our…

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Snow Angels by Lucie Han

Falling snow. Steady and soundless, like a clock ticking from within a void. Like running your fingers along the keys of a piano, but never pressing down. Camille likes to do that when his heart feels too hollow for music. He touches the smooth white silence.             Camille is standing at the edge of an…

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Translations by Rick McElhany

We are blue moon shadows,moving in a soft, improvised dance —a bit clumsy, at times, but sincere,and grateful for this special timein a place that is not ours.A meadowlark’s alarmhas been the only signof any indignation from our hosts. Dances of mice and insects,in rustling leaves and grasses,are not lost on us —proof of the…

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A Response by Geoffrey B. Elliott

It is hard to blame them for theirFear.They are of the generation they are,Credulous of broadcast media, despite its lies,Because the lies are familiar and comforting in that familiarity,Even as they portend doom that comes fromOther sources than those that offer it.They are the children of duck-and-cover,The daily looked-for end of the world,Habituated from an…

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Still Life by Katarina Balazova

Katarina Balazsova, born in Czechoslovakia to a Hungarian family, moved to Canada in 2004, searching for identity. She now thrives on writing in her adopted language. Her poetry has been published in Ascent Aspirations Magazine, Crap Orgasm, Poetry Pacific and in Sustenance: Writers from BC and Beyond on the Subject of Food.

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The Landscape Artist by S.T. Otlowski

The painter sighed as he surveyed his newest project through the dusty windshield of his battered truck. This job, he thought, was going to take a lot longer than his original estimate. He reminded himself to never take another commission without first walking the ground. The area was mostly rolling hills etched with dry gullies.…

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Black Sheep by Surakshya Kiju

Surakshya Kiju, a.k.a. Coco, is passionate about writing. She is a blogger at Poems From Heart, where she pours her heart out, laying bare her emotions as she portrays the world through her eyes. Her poems—which range from rhymes to sonnets—have been published in literary magazines.

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