strange in a strange town
my desire for you, cold
on its cold sidewalks
if they cut my tongue
I’d give you the last word love
then only silence
love word on my lips
crying and fallen asleep
you kissed it awake
be there like the sky
like one earth and many stars
and let me move you
open sea open
your eyes wide windows wide doors
till we float on light
awake in the night
we swim with starfish and stars
toward the morning light
eyes tear voices sigh
as we swim and sail in a
sea of each other
lights in the waters
clouds drifting under bridges
inside me your eyes
in the dream gardens
by wind sun clouds and the sea
they found us kissing
9 MARCH 2017
by Margarita Serafimova
My dark tulip, your holy eroticism
is my air, it inhales me,
I am its breath.
TWO ITALIAN LOVERS IN THE NEW COUNTRY
by Linda Woolven
He leaves his socks on,
he is always in a hurry,
puts the blinds down
so it is always dark,
like he can leave
the smell of oranges
and sunshine outside.
In here, it is serious business.
Like an exercise routine, or morning ritual.
He remembers each of his moves,
going through then
one by one, so thoroughly,
making sure to do each one
as thoroughly and well as he
does everything else,
even with the lights off.
and the sounds of the old country dimmed.
It is his ritual,
I, am his ritual,
and we have been doing it
for over 25 years.
I am an anniversary, an echo,
of the old country:
his peasant girl
in bare feet,
smelling of olives
and the sea.
He finds it
in my recesses
where I keep it:
my gift to him.
It is belonging,
even here, with the rituals so far
from our home.
Two Italian lovers, husband and wife,
finely aged in the Toronto cask that our
house is, with its blinds down on such days,
to a fine wine,
a memory of the old country.
by Mike Power
She walked underneath my umbrella
Near enough for me to smell
And I was grateful to the rain for putting her there
She stayed close to me,
Ignoring the rain.
We talked about India, where she was going,
And about our penchant for over-thinking things
And how hard it is to relax
We waited for the cabs on Fifth Avenue to part
So we could cross
If she knew I was in love with her she never let on
Featured Poet: Matsuo Basho
slowly now the spring
is beginning to appear:
moon and plum blossoms
even in the snow
the moonflower does not wither -
the light of the sun
lingering a while
it hangs above the blossoms:
moon in the night sky
they make me forget
the heat of the summer pinks:
wildflowers of the field
Craigslist Montreal – Missed Connections – July 19th, 2017 – Anonymous
Beautiful girl on the 112 - m4w (Lasalle)
You were on the 112 bus to lasalle with me.
We exited at the same stop. We both walked on the same street but towards opposite directions.
We both turned around at the same time to smile at each other. We did it multiple times.
I want to know who you are and meet you.
Please contact me.
(N.B.: “sing, sing me lovesongs . . . “ – a note from the editor
“happy lovesongs” – a note from the other editor
“candy kisses” – says the cat
“candy” – says the other cat
“no cat. no candy for you” – says Machiavelli
“no candy for me. no candy for you” – says the cat
“kiss, kiss, Machiavelli” – says the other cat)
sOuL eLiXiR: Sun Salutations for St. Valentine’s Day
Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Title of Book: sOuL eLiXiR: The WritingZ of Zo
Author: Zo-Alonzo Gross
Publisher: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Date of Publication: 2018
"Sleep pretty darling do not cry
and I will sing a lullaby"
- from Golden Slumbers by the Beatles
sOuL eLiXiR: The WritingZ of Zo, is poetry from the heart and soul of Zo-Alonzo Gross, in the American rap tradition
it exists inside the New Age Renaissance Republique as Sun Salutations, “now I rise to greet the blue morning.”
Zo-Alonzo Gross was born in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. He graduated from Temple University, with a B.A. in English and
a minor in dance. He danced at the age of 18 at the legendary Apollo Theater and published his first book of poetry
and art, Inspiration Harmony and the Word Within, 2012. He is featured in the documentary about art nouveau
poetry “VOICES”, directed and produced by Gina Nemo.
Like a starburst, this new take on the poetry genre, emerges and shines in the New American School. As the engenue of
wise child-like wonder, this poetry creates exciting innovations in language and syntax. The language harkens to Old
English and the usage of words in Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets, reinvented for this New Age creation. This usage
gives a certain “poetic dreamscape” that grounds the writing in a place of magical mystery, as the bards of long ago.
This old-time language mixed with Black meme and consistent rhyming couplets, as rap music, creates powerful new poetic
climes. With the use of syntax, all those exciting symbols atop the numbers at the top of the keyboard, have been
spilled across the page to create a pictograph poem, an accentuation and elaboration of the words in a picture,
an exciting innovation.
This poetry exists inside the all seeing, all knowing love of the Poet, as a healer and Oracle. The Poet brings wisdom
and light, hidden Holy Spirit knowledge out-shining the dark forces of the undertow of the war society, creating
healing and hope. In the quest for human suffrage the positive soul affirmations exist inside the beauty of whirly
gigs and windmills. As if some sweet times harkens to the New Age and the peace society that is coming.
"(Be Still)... O’ My Jaded Cloud
Sometimez it follows me around,
with angry rains that ravage deafly-aloud,
I shudder beneath those malevolent plains,
Be Still, Be Still...
O' My Jaded Cloud.
I seekest shelter,
feelin mine spirit is broke,
4 in mine heart of hearts I knowest,
those who wish 2 harmeth me u smote,
but my internal army has often surrendered,
in more wars then I wish 2 remember.
Behind enemy lines I tarry blind,
dark shades provideth mine eyes a cloak,
whilst courageous tears upon my cheek,
ever so quietly soak.
& though I may smile whence amongst a crowd,
within I barest no grin,
Again I retreat behind some ghastly-shroud,
with a slight of hand I disavow,
Be Still, Be Still, I Implore Thee...
O' My Jaded Cloud.
WOE! My Jaded Cloud! Verily I Say,
WHOA! These Saddened Clowns,
once a happy demeanor has been replaced,
This Jaded Cloud shalt no longer abound.
4 I must look away from its eyes,
lendeth a deaf ear 2 its sound.
I must liveth my life in love,
& not feel what they say,
4 every jaded cloud giveth birth,
2 A Sun that Lights,
The story-teller magic inside rockabye lullaby is a quiet anarchy of the new word for peace . . . read the good news,
a celebration of love from the Earth Angel, Zo-Alonzo Gross, sOuL eLiXir: The WritingZ of Zo.
The Girl With The Letter Flower, intoxicating, erotic romance as witchcraft
Byline: Reprint from Subterranean Blue Poetry
Title of Book: The Girl With The Letter Flower
Author: Orlando Murcia
Publisher: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Date of Publication: 2018
“I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine”
- from I Put a Spell on You by Annie Lennox
Truly great poetry is like catching that piece of light in your hand . . . poetry that stops the world. This is
the poetry of The Girl With The Letter Flower by Orlando Murcia. Murcia is an Author, Poet and
Father born in El Salvador, living in Los Angeles, California. This is his second book of poetry, the first being
The Beauty Of All Around.
The celebration of Love, Beauty and Romance in erotic climes, the young king of blues street writes. After the rain,
the velvet night in shadows, all is quiet, 2 lovers sleep entwined, under the moon. Enscribed in hot Summer, the poet
is half angel, half conquistador writing into the Spanish archipelago of plains, mountains and skies. In the New Age
Renaissance style, Murcia is a magician of high romance with flying majesty. The imagery is rich and full, with
allusions to exotic tropical places, rare drinks, the beauty of the body, music, Biblical images, nature in oceans,
forests, seashells, skies all wrapped in the cosmos, the heavenly bodies of planets and stars. He compares his lover
to a country, it is love as dynasty, as if the posession of orange groves under blue sky, he holds the world in his
hands. The poetry is life as magic.
"Of once again
I kissed the wing of your shoulder,
right before I slipped away into a trance of
The softness of your skin is like a fountain of
waving through a stream..
While your scent…
is like a meadow of pastures being poured inside a
bouquet of waterfalls
I love how your eyes resemble owls
during serenaded midnight
of your enchanted beak that blow kisses from your
wind of fair odyssey…
How you slumber inside of my thoughts as I portray
you through musical baptisms of summers eve…
...seeking the road to your jasmine dawn…
...under your knitted wall of daily bread…
My torch from autumns window…
How I love the little things that sail through your
You wound me,
when you say "Sweet dreams" or
"Until tomorrow my love"
For you know I watch you drift away until the
And greet you buenos dia when you sunrise into
the arms of mis labios…
My beautiful girl…
You will never catch me sleeping when you
awake ..." and more.
The erotica is subtle and suggestive drawing the Reader into an intimate boudoir, as if behind a curtain, the unseen
becomes. In a very broken world it is as if the Poet has found the secret to life, a sacred place of covenant in
Holy Spirit blessings. Of fire, the poetry is ecstatic, reverential and full of love of the Spirit, love of a girl,
and mother not unlike the beauty of the Song of Songs from the Bible. As if a disciple of Pablo Neruda, the
Spanish landscape rolls out in sharp and sweet juxtapositions, brilliant, entwined in the original velvet coin.
Occasionally, the poetry rhymes distantly, particularly at the end of poems, bringing into focus the early Wiccan
magic culture as if casting spells for assured love. As if the Michaelangelo of poetry, the
song of songs, the cast of love, a postcard of time, the time is now.
Sit on top of the piano…
Let me play classical music between
and compose Moonlight Sonata,
the black and white
I want to fill you with erotic tendencies as I
hear you caress the air
with acoustic notes…
Be the soloist conducting “ A minor “
chords against your organ…
...after removing the silk stockings, from
below your frame
I want to tune you above the grand until
we both reach the range of our ivory
and rehearse the outlining of our
symphony once more
I just want to make love to you ..." and more.
The use of the English language is original, I suspect Murcia’s first language is Spanish, when he writes poetry
the English language becomes fresh in a mysterious lilt, beautiful and haunting within the background of Spanish lace.
The work is peppered with the occasional Spanish language phrase creating exotic ambiance. The Girl With The Letter
Flower is a love affair This Writer never wanted to end, it soars amongst the night skies of hot Summer, the
brightest star. Something every aficanado of poetry lives for, the discovery of the new and brilliant, intoxicating
erotic poetry in New Age Renaissance Republique witchcraft, The Girl With The Letter Flower by Orlando Murcia.
Rebecca Anne Banks lives in the New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry. She is the author of over 30 books
of poetry, a guide to the Holy Spirit, a primer on marriage discernment, a family cookbook, a book of children’s
stories, a book of World Peace Newsletters, all available at www.amazon.ca
and other Amazon Stations. She has produced 3 CD`s of Folk/Rock music and has 17 CD’s of music awaiting production.
She won an IAIRA award for top 55 Internet airplays for Angel Song, 2010. She is mildly brain damaged since
birth that went undiagnosed, that gave her a hidden disability. She is also the
CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records
(www.tympanilanerecords.com), The Book Reviewer at The Book Reviewer
(www.thebookreviewer.ca) and the Quilt Artist at
Kintsugi Art Quilts (www.kintsugiartquilts.com).
Matsuo Basho was born in Ueno, Iga Province, Japan (1644). He lived in Edo (modern Tokyo) and worked as a
teacher. He popularized the Haiku, a 17-syllable poem, into a serious art form, which previously had been a children’s
game. He was famous and commemorated for his poetry gift 100 years after his death. He would often wander the
countryside looking for inspiration for his Haiku.
Alonzo 'zO' Gross is a Songwriter, Poet, Recording Artist, Actor and Dancer. His first book Inspiration Harmony &
The World Within, was released in 2012. Also in that same year he was awarded "Best Spoken Word Artist" at the
Lehigh Valley Music Awards. In 2014 he was selected as one of the featured poets in a documentary film entitled
"VOICES", filmed in Los Angeles, Directed by Gina Nemo. He currently resides in Bethlehem, Pa with his Wife and
Orlando Murcia is an Author, Poet and Father born in El Salvador, living in Los Angeles, California.
This is his second book of poetry, the first being The Beauty Of All Around.
Mike Power. “My short fiction has been published in various literary journals including The Driftless Review,
Sick Lit Magazine, The Journal of Microfiction, and CoffeeHouse Fiction. My novel, The Zoo, was published by
Cacoethes Publishing House. I blog about writing and other art forms at
Margaret Saine is a literature buff who lives in Los Angeles. After a French Ph. D. from Yale, she taught
Spanish at Californian universities. She writes poetry in five languages and also translates poets. Her books are
“Bodyscapes,” “Words of Art,” and 5 haiku chapbooks. She has been writing haiku daily since October 2008. Her most
recent poems in English are “Lit Angels”, published in 2016.
Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017. She has two collections
in the Bulgarian: Animals and Other Gods (2016), Demons and World (2017). Her work appears in London
Grip New Poetry, Trafika Europe, The Journal, A-Minor, Waxwing, StepAway, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Minor Literatures,
Writing Disorder, The Birds We Piled Loosely, Noble/ Gas, Obra/ Artifact, Poetic Diversity, Harbinger Asylum, and
many other places. Some of her work: Facebook.
Linda Woolven. “My poetry has appeared in Sepia Poetry Magazine in England, The Amethyst Review in Canada and
New Mirage Quarterly in the U.S. I have also published a short story in Happy in New York.”