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What We Talk About When We Talk About by James Croal Jackson

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What We Talk About When We Talk About

Pepper burned my mouth
and all I could think of
in that salivated flame
was you telling me your tongue
no longer felt the heat
of a moment: meaningless
sex– bite and garment
here between the green
walls of your zen room
your small goldfish
swimming in circles–
submerged flame and hunger
for love so intense
I flicker poems to you
thumbs on lighters
waiting for the matchbook
to catch– combed pomade
hair, designer jeans, and wit–
what I want is origami
and fire– instead
we talk about love
but unlike Raymond Carver
we have nothing
more to say.

James Croal Jackson

James Croal Jackson is the author of The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017). His poetry has appeared in FLAPPERHOUSE, Rust + Moth, Jet Fuel Review, and elsewhere. He has won the William Redding Memorial Poetry Contest and is founding editor of The Mantle. Find him in Columbus, Ohio or at

Blackout Poetry Suite by Colette Love Hilliard

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Blackout Poetry Suite

(titles: Solitary, Reveries, Hangover, Infinity)

Colette Love Hilliard

Colette Love Hilliard is a writer and teacher currently chronicling her journey of love, marriage, and infertility through poetry and art. Colette hopes her open and honest approach to such sensitive topics resonates with her readers and inspires them to use their creative talents to heal. Her work has appeared in Harness Magazine and The Cincinnati Review Blog, and a forthcoming collection of poetry will appear in Issue 3 of Beechwood Review.

In the Darkness/ Minus an Abundance of Light by Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas

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In the Darkness/ Minus an Abundance of Light

This is no dream for the faint
of heart, ambivalence holds
something back and you are not

you when the darkness cradles
your hand in silence. Sometimes,
there’s a glimmer of light

through a half-opened door
like a vacant womb waiting
to be filled again.

You have no say in this dream,
though it stands looming overhead.
Your father, long dead vanishes

and reappears his voice unfamiliar,
holds your tears in the palm
of his hand. Your pillow damp,

one feather quill pokes through
the other side until your face is scraped
to bleeding. Don’t cry little girl,

you are blinded by the unknown.
Everyone has this dream, until they wake,
until they are finally able to embrace

that which would otherwise be alarming.

Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas

Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is an eight-time Pushcart nominee and four-time Best of the Net nominee. She has authored several chapbooks along with her latest full-length collection of poems:Hasty Notes in No Particular Order, newly released from Aldrich Press. She is the 2012 winner of the Red Ochre Press Chapbook competition with her manuscript Before I Go to Sleep and according to family lore she is a direct descendant of Robert Louis Stevenson.