And as for the whip in air I create? I crack it hard With a dramatic flick of my wrist and a flair, And this is mostly for show like the charred Matchstick (that I presume set the air On fire) remains separated from its once burning Flame. Who tames whom in this pair Is the more insightful answer to earn in this ruin, This riddle. One is lion, yes, and one is roar. No. One is flammable, the other is not. We are Two sides of the same coin the carney flips To draw you in to his trickery. Heads or tails, I dare You to believe it matters which. The lion’s lips Or mine kissing your upturned mouth—either will Provoke the utmost combustible, charming thrill.
Sandra Yannone (she/they) lives bicoastally in Washington state and Old Saybrook, Connecticut, where she serves as poet laureate. In 2027, she will assume responsibilities as Managing Editor of Connecticut River Review. Salmon Poetry published The Glass Studio (2024) and her debut collection, Boats for Women (2019). She is co-editor of Unsinkable: Poems Inspired by the Titanic (Salmon 2026) and series editor for Seven Kitchens Press’s A.V. Christie Chapbook Series (women poets over fifty). She serves on the board of the Olympia Poetry Network and on the advisory committee for Poetry by the Sea. Her poetry and book reviews appear internationally in print and online in Ploughshares, Poetry Ireland Review, SWWIM and many others. She co-founded and continues to host the international, intersectional, intergenerational online reading series Cultivating Voices LIVE Poetry. Headmistress Press honored Yannone as card #85 in its Lesbian Poets Trading Cards series.
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That twilight you were out walking
and the first star pierced through
I was trying to reach you.
That night last summer when the moon
ripped a cloud to cotton rags
I was the breeze whispering thistle, thistle.
Riding the spider fire of lightning
I’ve thundered through your town.
No scattered seeds lead back to me,
only small etchings that brighten your moments
as snow lights a fretwork of bare, black trees.
I’m hoping you’ll read between lines and remember
me as you do the crackling cicadas in a field
of sunflowers you wandered as a child.
Listen. My voice is like Bashō’s
temple bell whose sound comes from the mouths
of flowers after it’s stopped ringing.
Joanne Harris Allred is the author of four previous poetry collections: Particulate (Bear Star Press), The Evolutionary Purpose of Heartbreak (Turning Point Press), Outside Paradise (Word Poetry Press), and Whetstone, which won the Flume Press Chapbook Competition. Her work has appeared in many publications, including Women’s Review of Books, Prairie Schooner, and Quarterly West. She was born and spent her early years in Salt Lake City, Utah, but has lived most of her adult years in Northern California where she taught in the English department at California State University, Chico. With her husband, Jerry, three children, many dogs, and several iterations of chicken flocks, along with a lush companionship of wildlife, she lived many years in Butte Creek Canyon outside Chico. Their home here burned in November 2018 in the “Camp Fire.” She now splits her time between a coastal community in Humboldt County, California, and Butte Creek Canyon. The landscapes of both places inspire, backdrop, and are often the subject of her poems.
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I wanted to be a desert, but I was just a drought heavy with heat and desire to sustain myself with whatever I dried to death. I killed the creeks, pulled the green from the groves, took from you a harvest so famine could stare through your window. I liked to let the clouds mother across the sky, to feed your desperate breath abreast of my yawning weather. I made the shade torture by telling you of its temporality. I raged a wildfire on your horizon to burn your home into a memory. How still you stood as it crept. A monolith of defiance and flesh, your scent scorches in my brain as I weep the land to life each morning I dream of you and the fire.
Sam Campbell was born and raised in Cary, Illinois. He attended Concordia University, St. Paul on a football scholarship where he earned a Bachelor of Arts in English with creative writing emphasis. He earned his MFA in creative writing at Boise State University. As a teaching assistant at BSU, Sam studied theories of literary criticism, lyric poetry, and rhetoric and composition. Since then, he has taught composition and literature courses at Truckee Meadows Community College; University of Nevada, Reno; Western Nevada College; Sierra Nevada University; Lake Tahoe Community College; and Prince William Sound College. A Best of the Net nominee, Sam is author of the poetry chapbook Echoed (MoonPath Press). His work appears or is forthcoming in Lindenwood Review, El Portal, Harpur Palate, DIAGRAM, Bombay Gin, Hoxie Gorge Review , and Poetry City, USA, among others. He is currently an Assistant Professor of English at Prince William Sound College, in Valdez, Alaska.
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