It rises before my eyes—
an earthbound illusion—
roseate-hued, it spreads
and creates the eastern sky

our life-giving star
to our great good fortune
it is where it is
in the universe
or we would not be
where we are

I should be content
with knowledge resting in the unknown
but no, my restless mind wants to grasp
who or what guides hot heaven
that gives such diversity of life

such promise between
our first breath and last

By Gene Gobel
2 August, 2017

person watching sunrise over ocean

Photo by Patrick: pat138241


Some summer days it would be right there, hanging in air like the call of the
unseen cicada, and for a moment, nothing else existed but that aroma.

It reaches back to a song—less concerned with harmony, than with rhythm. It
leads us deeper into the wood.

And for a moment, we believe there is also a path for us, out from our own
cracked surfaces, where we can explode upward—dancing as we dissolve in the air.

By Duke Trott

rain in mountains at sunset

Duke Trott’s writing has appeared or is forthcoming in American Athenaeum, Artful Comics, Better Than Starbucks, The Hawai’i Review, and Occulum. He is currently a graduate candidate in Emerson College’s creative writing MFA program.

Petrichor is a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. (Oxford English Dictionary)


The nave is fields of flowers,
the aisles are snow and forest trees,
the transept is rippling wind on grass,
the altar rivers, tides and seas,
the stairwells are mighty mountains
leading to the attic sky
and music effortlessly resounds
from wave, bird, storm and soft wind’s sigh.
The floating dome is decorated
with endlessly changing hue
of billowing white, scudding grey,
or deep ethereal blue,
and fleetingly in east and then west
comes a stained-glass blaze of light,
after which the dome transforms
into star-studded velvet night.

By Neil Creighton

Bavarian alps flower meadow

Neil Creighton is an Australian poet whose work as a teacher of English and Drama brought him into close contact with thousands of young lives, most happy and triumphant but too many tragically filled with neglect. It also made him intensely aware of how opportunity is so unequally proportioned and his work reflects strong interest in social justice. Recent publications include Poetry Quarterly, Poeming Pigeon, Silver Birch Press, Rat’s Ass Review, Praxis Mag Online, Ekphrastic Review, Social Justice Poetry and Verse-Virtual. He blogs at

Photo of Bavarian Alps by Jakob Radlgruber

Mountain Magic

A fiery star
Shoots across the sky
A wish in the palm of my hand
The firmament is alive with
Sparkling lights
Endlessly dancing in and out
The Milky Way
A shining highway in the heavens
Guiding me ever on
To a new adventure
The warm glow
Of a crackling fire
As sparks spiral upward
To join in the celestial dance
At ten thousand feet
The mountains give up their magic
There is no sleeping
On a Rocky Mountain night

By Ann Christine Tabaka

campfire at night in mountains

Tabaka Author PhotoAnn Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.

Malangi at Yathalamarra

Early on he painted the story
Of Girrmirriŋu, the great hunter, who travelled
   From Mulaŋa, country of Malangi’s birth,
To die on Mooroonga, over the sea,
Beneath räka, the white berry-bush. This Malangi
Gave, unknown, to the currency,
Its meaning unknown as well.

And at Yathalamarra, his mother’s country,
Waterhole to which he was to return,
He painted Darter, Emu, catfish,
Long-necked turtle, water-lily—
For Yolŋu to remember and rehearse
Sacred stories, for balanda
To step away from their untruths.

By John Leonard


bark painting artwork on dollar bill
Picture of Australian one dollar note featuring the bark painting artwork of David Malangi. Photo by the author.

John Leonard was born in the UK and came to Australia in 1991. He completed a PhD at the University of Queensland and was poetry editor of Overland from 2003 to 2007. He has five collections of poetry. His Think of the World: Collected Poems 1986-2016 is available from His poetry has been translated into French, Croatian, Spanish and Chinese and published in those versions. Read more of his work at John Leonard’s Literary Pages. Photo by the author.