Hare & Tortoise Stew

Copyright 2015, Barbara Ruth

by L.G. Corey

 

  1. Light the fire with your finger.
    Light the fire with your tongue.
    Spread their ashes on the altar.

    There is magic in their planting,
    omens in their dust,
    and a whiff of sulphur
    on their breath.

  1. As I’ve said so many times before,
    Time, at the speed of light, stands still.

    Do you remember?
    Anything at all?
    Have you forgotten
    the quick lick of words on your lips
    and the stiff tongue
    that reamed the omens from your navel,
    disturbed your breath
    and set the sulphur burning
    on your altar
    at the speed of light?

  1. Nothing remains
    of what was once forgotten
    in the dust of hares and tortoises.

    The race is over, but never won;
    the race is neither ended nor begun.

 

©Copyright 2015, Larry G. Corey

LARRY G. COREY - [Read Full Bio] brought out his collection, Kalidas Verses, last February. A second, Rats' Alley Poems, (which takes its title from "The Wasteland" by T.S. Eliot, to whose memory the book is dedicated) will follow soon. Corey's work appears (or is scheduled to appear) in, California Journal of Poetics; Snapping Twig; Rogues Review Anthology (December, 2015)...


[Featured]Digital Art Image Credit: Botanical Hairstyle by Barbara Ruth. ©Copyright 2015, Barbara Ruth.
 

 

Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015

Song of Elephanta Forest

Copyright 2015, J.A. Spahr-Summers

by Debasis Mukhopadhyay

 

The dawning birds over Subarnarekha river were rising to the summer sky.

 Our empty bodies lay in bed awake to innocence. No refrain of kiss, no

rumble in flesh, no rattling silence anymore. Daybreak through the

 windowpane as the birds started calling drowning out our bare love. No

hope, just a fog of fear, and a damp world of death. Then the riot of their

cries streaked through the feathered sky to become our dreams again.

 

©Copyright 2015, Debasis Mukhopadhyay

DEBASIS MUKHOPADHYAY - [Read Full Bio] grew up in Calcutta, India and now lives in Montreal, Canada. He has a PhD in literary studies from Université Laval. He writes poetry in both Bengali and English. His debut collection of poetry in Bengali was published in 2005...


[Featured]Digital Art Image Credit: and it is not our part here to take thought only for a season by J.A. Spahr-Summers. ©Copyright 2015, Jeffrey A. Spahr-Summers.
 

 

Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015

Hinckley’s Shame

Copyright 2015, Jan Price

by Ernest Williamson

 

the windows were caskets;
placating purple flares;
smoldering by a tattered King James Bible
beneath deceptively secured feet;
draped in red-brown leather sandals
atop musty parkay floors
layered with red ants;
chasing spilled heavy oozing red honey,
as garrulous mice were squealing in soprano tones
esoteric trills leaking
like liquid ragweed in zero degree temperature,
pleasant itching eyes yet cold as rime;
though I still see the White House
in memory,
it won’t change the agony of day;
unless I shut up
the windows
where my breaded works
remain
distilled, uncooked, and cracked.

 

©Copyright 2015, Ernest Williamson

ERNEST WILLIAMSON - has published creative work in over 550 journals. His poetry has appeared in journals such as, The Oklahoma Review and Review Americana. His artwork has appeared in journals such as, The Tulane Review and The Columbia Review. He is an Assistant Professor of English at Allen University...


[Featured]Art Image Credit: “Sieving Wheat” by Jan Price. ©Copyright 2015, Jan Price.
 

 

Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015

The Change

Copyright 2015, J.A. Spahr-Summers

by Laurie Kolp

 

Kale gutters leaves and stuffs them in his pockets.
Later he will dump them at his front door
and pretend to slip so he can miss piano lessons.
His mother will pop off the couch, drink still in hand
because no matter how much she staggers
the drink always remains intact. Sometimes
Kale even wonders if its gelatin.
She will bang the door open, her expression
a feline mix between anger and fear.  Sip.
She will yell at Kale and tell him he’s a klutz. Sip.
Her drink won’t splash but her arms will thrash
as she overreacts to the messy leaves. Sip.
His knees and elbows will grow strawberries
because he fell too hard and he will long
for the mother who once sat him in his lap
and wiped away his tears. Kale’s hunchbacked
father breaking plates on the wall while Mother
sticks Band-Aids on his cuts and rocks him to sleep.

 

©Copyright 2015, Laurie Kolp

LAURIE KOLP - [Read Full Bio] author of Upon the Blue Couch, (Winter Goose Publishing, 2014) and Hello, It's Your Mother, (Finishing Line Press, October 2015) serves as President of Texas Gulf Writers and belongs to the Poetry Society of Texas...


[Featured]Digital Art Image Credit: life.death.renewal  by J.A. Spahr-Summers. ©Copyright 2015, Jeffrey A. Spahr-Summers.
 

 

Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015

Thought Follows Thought

by Gerard Caronna

 

I think I’m in love.

I think I’m settling.

I think I’m dumb.

I think I’m pregnant.

I think I’m selfish.

I think I’m having twins.

I think we need to talk.

I think she said I love love you.

I think I’m losing control.

I think I’m trying too hard.

I think I need Adderall.

I think I hate my job.

I think it’s working.

I think you’re lying.

I think I want to have your baby.

I think she cheated.

I think I’m too passive.

I think he got jealous.

I think I may be the father.

I think I might puke.

I think I’m drowning.

I think her water broke.

I think you need to leave.

I think I better let her go.

I think I know that girl.

… I think too much.

 

 

 

Dream Dirty Dream … Dream

The price of passion can be threatening,

like trading a path that no-one along the way explored.

 

 

 

Christmas Lights

 Copyright 2015, J.A. Spahr-Summers

A light bulb moment …

 

Duller

And

Duller

With

The

Faintest

Shade

Of

Change.

 

©Copyright 2015, Gerard Caronna

GERARD CARONNA - [Read Full Bio] was born on February 19, 1985 in New Orleans, Louisiana as, Michael Gerard Caronna Jr.. He is a poet, with a keep it simple edge.


[Featured]Digital Art Image Credit: 19th street on acid by J.A. Spahr-Summers. ©Copyright 2015, Jeffrey A.
Spahr-Summers.

 

 

Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015

Eleventh Hour

Copyright 2015, J.A. Spahr-Summers

by Joan McNerney

 

Wrapped in darkness we can

no longer deceive ourselves.

Our smiling masks float away.

We snake here, there

from one side to another.

How many times do we rip off

blankets only to claw more on?

 

Listening to zzzzzz of traffic,

mumble of freight trains, fog horns.

Listening to wheezing,

feeling muscles throb.

How can we find comfort?

 

Say same word over and over

again again falling falling to sleep.

I will stop measuring what was lost.

I will become brave.

 

Let slumber come covering me.

Let my mouth droop, fingers tingle.

Wishing something cool…soft…sweet.

Now I will curl like a fetus

gathering into myself

hoping to awake new born.

 

©Copyright 2015, Joan McNerney

JOAN MCNERNEY - poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Camel Saloon, Seven Circle Press, Dinner With the Muse, Blueline, Missing of the Birds, as well as included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press, and Poppy Road Review, Anthologies. She has been nominated three times for the Best of the Net...


[Featured]Digital Art Image Credit: i breathe deeply because everything is all sparkly and beautiful and exciting and life is good by J.A. Spahr-Summers. ©Copyright 2015, Jeffrey A. Spahr-Summers.
 

 

Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015

Encouragement from the Spinet 

Copyright 2015, J.A. Spahr-Summers

by Ernest Williamson

 

stoked books coated in sulfuric residue
broken lanterns rocking on marble foundations;
as the landlord summarized my living room with wry laughter
catering to poking fun of my empty space;
Chopin’s music filled the room.
After the shame of poverty and jest leaves;
tacit moments in night find me welcomed
where moonlight clothes my bare frame
while heat between me and tune
climbs above the stay of my landlord’s reproach.
Nirvana is reached by not knowing too much
other than knowing how to know little things
insignificantly.

 

©Copyright 2015, Ernest Williamson

ERNEST WILLIAMSON - has published creative work in over 550 journals. His poetry has appeared in journals such as, The Oklahoma Review and Review Americana. His artwork has appeared in journals such as, The Tulane Review and The Columbia Review. He is an Assistant Professor of English at Allen University...


[Featured]Digital Art Image Credit: supermoon by J.A. Spahr-Summers.©Copyright 2015, Jeffrey A. Spahr-Summers.
 

 

Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015

“Stillness” – “Swallow” – “Split”

Copyright 2015, Harley Altaville

 by Rachel Nix

 

Stillness

 

Would it be worthwhile to

hinge on the words of

a man who waits not on

my replies, but merely for

a break in my syllables, to

break me with his stare and

turn my thoughts into

something of a simple stutter?

 

I think not, but he is most

recusant in allowing me the

benediction of where my

lips take the proceedings of

this hushed moment.

I have been quieted, but

stillness has yet to

find his hands.
 

 

Swallow

I forget my reasons

for staying, saying

instead it’s what’s right–

wrong, again.

Again, I swallow it all:

the anger, the regret.

But it won’t stay down,

as I do. It rises,

likes the hot air you speak,

corrodes the ceiling,

takes my breath, leaves

me gasping, choking

on what you could not

swallow.

The indignant,

after all, have no room

for their own mistakes.

 

 

Split

I draw fault lines in your quake, shaking

at the symmetry in which we are divided;

you are not the world I once woke to,

and I am no more the earth

you dug into with callused hands

that craved our growth.

There is only air between us, dense

as it is, obscuring our views, waiting for

onlookers to see the mess we’ve made.

 

©Copyright 2015, Rachel Nix
"Split" first appeared in Issue 23, Up the Staircase Quarterly (December, 2013)
"Swallow" first appeared in Melancholy Hyperbole (February 8, 2014)

RACHEL NIX - [Read Full Bio] is a native of Northwest Alabama. She likes coffee in the morning and bourbon at night but rarely knows what time it is, otherwise. Her work has most recently appeared in Words Dance, Melancholy Hyperbole, and Bop Dead City...


[Featured]Art / Photography Image Credit: What I Can’t Wrap My Head Around by Harley Altaville. ©Copyright 2015, Harley Altaville
 

 

Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015

One Day He Up And Left: Two Girls Remember Grandpa

Copyright 2015, J.A. Spahr-Summers

by Trish Saunders

 

Before anyone could call him a bastard again,

tell him to buy a comb, put on a shirt,

quit trifling with his Model-T,

insulting the parish choir—

one day he up and quit.

The kitchen door sagged a little lower.

First, he tipped his flask for a good slug.

His spine straightened, hands

stopped trembling. He felt taller.
Pebbles shrank under his boots.
He heard crickets, even a mockingbird–

he thought they’d vanished from Louisiana.

He remembered songs and whistled them.

On he went, disturbing the dust,

leaving a stack of records behind,

the words lost to us.

****

Grandfather, we’re looking for reconciliation.
You left our father and uncle and grandma to
starve in a wooden house, a door that could

not quite defeat Depression dust, swelter, wind.

We wonder if you looked back?

 

In the one picture still untorn, you lean against our

frail Grandma like she was a pack mule, you an

explorer. Her back is bent, you are grinning.

 

Your body turned up eventually, who cares where.

Let the grasses keep you.

grandmama lies in her

Lafayette Cemetery tomb.
And she is satisfied.  

 

©Copyright 2015, Trish Saunders

TRISH SAUNDERS - [Read Full Bio] lives in Honolulu, Hawaii where she enjoys spying on rare birds. She has poems published or forthcoming in: Silver Birch Press, Here/There Poetry, Gnarled Oak, Poets and Poetry...


[Featured]Digital Art  Image Credit: dying is beautiful by J.A. Spahr-Summers. ©Copyright 2015, Jeffrey A. Spahr-Summers.
 

 

Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015