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FEATURED FEMME:<br />
LANA BELLA<br />
AUTHOR BIO: A Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella is an author<br />
of two chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016) and<br />
Adagio (Finishing Line Press, forthcoming), has had poetry and fiction<br />
featured with over 270 journals, 2River, California Quarterly, Chiron<br />
Review, Columbia Journal, Poetry Salzburg Review, San Pedro River<br />
Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, The Writing Disorder, Third<br />
Wednesday, Tipton Poetry Journal, Yes Poetry, and elsewhere, among<br />
others. She resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam,<br />
where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps. She can be<br />
contacted at: https://www.facebook.com/Lana-Bella-789916711141831/<br />
EDITOR’S NOTE: Lana Bella’s poetry struck my sensibilities in a most<br />
urgent way. Her poems are luxuriously lyrical, mingling nature symbolism<br />
with tantalizing eros. She has a gift for weaving tangible imagery into the<br />
most eloquent phrasing. Her words ache with nostalgia, but in the most<br />
sublime way, erasing the stark pain and replacing it with swooning<br />
melancholy. !<br />
!<br />
DEAR SUKI: LETTER V FOR VERMOUTH<br />
Dear Suki: Caffè Roberto Cavalli, Italy,<br />
July 13th, to be so easy in your body,<br />
the rose-chill Negroni careened its way<br />
tempering everything but me. There<br />
was an ache and stirring of skin pressed<br />
into the orchestra of summertide's light<br />
coat; the evening was warming up, finely<br />
veined gold on your blossom mouth<br />
chasing the neatly dressed vermouth. I<br />
emerged from your fingers' caress fluent<br />
in spices, and gin and orange slice on<br />
the rocks; breaths digested the balms of<br />
budding fig and cherry like sublimity<br />
professed. Muffled traffic moved with ease<br />
between wisps of gossips everywhere<br />
and around us, while your gaze flecked