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Founder’s Favourites
Issue 13 - Jan 2021
Allison Whittenberg
Bruce Levine
Carolyn Chilton Casas
Charlene Langfur
Fabrice Poussin
Jane Briganti
Jeremy Szuder
John Grey
Nolo Segundo
Robert Cutler
Stephen Lang
Yash Seyedbagheri
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Founder’s Favourites
Issue 13-Jan 2021
Allison Whittenberg
Watching Jordan’s Fall 3
Bruce Levine
A Cornucopia of Color 4
Apple Fritters 5
Harbingers of the Day 6
The First of the Year 7
The Infinite Variety of Daydreams 8
Carolyn Chilton Casas
Water 10
My Voice 11
Charlene Langfur
Moving Mindfully 9
Fabrice Poussin
Fireworks 12
Haz-Mat Love 13
Jane Briganti
Second Chances 22
Poets 23
Jeremy Szuder
Accepting the Magic 16
Easy Living 17
John Grey
Her Visitors 18
The Tornado Effect 19
Nolo Segundo
A Morning’s Walk 24
Robert Cutler
The Last Breath of Summer 15
Stephen Lang
Haiku 14
Yash Seyedbagheri
Glory is the Evening 21
Why They’re My Favourites
Allison Whittenberg
Watching Jordan’s Fall Powerful emotions pack in
three verses.
Bruce Levine
A Cornucopia of Color The phrase sunlight spread
over the trees...warming the atmosphere. Apple
Fritters I love the smell it invokes in me Harbingers
of the Day Morning is my favourite time of day. The
First of the Year January 1 is my favourite time to
plan and prepare. The Infinite Variety of Daydreams
I like how Bruce likens daydreams to strings of
marionettes pulling in different directions. Quite
creative.
Carolyn Chilton Casas
Water I like the comforting words like flow,
memories, peace, and comfort. My Voice I like how
the voice is a gift encompassing every individual.
Charlene Langfur
Moving Mindfully I like the steadying of the inner
compass.
Fabrice Poussin
Fireworks I like the phrase “prisoners of
summertime blues.” Haz-Mat Love The first two
lines caught my attention.
Jane Briganti
Second Chances I like the theme. Poets It expresses
a poets heart.
Jeremy Szuder
Accepting the Magic The word magic awakens my
imagination. Easy Living The word choices and
visuals!
John Grey
Her Visitors Brought out the compassion in me. The
Tornado Effect So many whirlwind events!
Nolo Segundo
A Morning’s Walk I like that the wife can hear the
sounds of the leaves fall.
Robert Cutler
The Last Breath of Summer I like the phrase “the
afternoon wraps her arms around me.”
Stephen Lang
Haiku I love the visual.
Yasj Seuedbagheri
Haiku I love the visual.
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Watching Jordan’s Fall
By Allison Whittenberg
… God, I hate November
All the hope I had hoped
Against hope for Jordan.
Dad beat Jordan, to
Straighten him out, to show
Jordan, to silence him.
My brother lived until the next
Season, onto the next winter,
Very quiet like a fallen leaf.
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A Cornucopia of Color
By Bruce Levine
The sunlight spread over the trees
Casting a glow and warming the atmosphere
With the last vestiges of summer
Before the autumnal equinox turns those trees
Into a cornucopia of color
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Apple Fritters
By Bruce Levine
I wait all year for an apple fritter
The finest in the world
Each late September I mark it down
The festival of apples in the town
Confection sweet and golden brown
I ask for extra powdered sugar
A finer treat that Heaven ever made
And if one differs to believe
Or offers a sample to taste
A finer fritter to be found
A bounty would be paid
And so I wait from year to year
And joyously imbibe
Each late September, just before fall
The finest apple fritters of them all
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Harbingers of the Day
By Bruce Levine
Reveling in the morning
Cool, crisp, crystal clear sky
The brightness of the early light
Against the new leaves on May trees
Harbingers of the day
Life abounding
Woodpecker tattoos
Conversations understood only by birds
Dogs chasing squirrels chasing acorns
Harbingers of the day
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The First of the Year
By Bruce Levine
The first of the year
A very busy day
Pages to file
Files to put away
Papers to fold
Like blankets in summer
Archival index
Records for the IRS
Fiction and music
Aligned in a book
The new year’s creations
Ready to go
A look to the future
The new year ahead
Plans and preparations
A check-list away
The first of the year
A very busy day
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The Infinite Variety of Daydreams
By Bruce Levine
The infinite variety of daydreams
Like strings of a marionette
Pulling in different directions
Across the vistas of imagination
Like the golden glow as the late afternoon sun
Illuminates the leaves of trees swaying in the wind
Kaleidoscopic changes of light and dark
Breathing life in shadows to decorate tomorrow
The ultimate possibility of the future
Held in a chrysalis
Awaiting the moment of awakening
As the daydream becomes reality
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Moving Mindfully
By Charlene Langfur
For me this is a way to be happy even in the pandemic.
I’m touching the new leaves of the tiniest of the fan palm trees,
counting my steps on and off, breathing in deep, breathing out,
moving under the wild blue sky fat with clouds, walking along,
walking near the edges of the brown and grey mountains,
going out into the local world, walking home again, steadying
up the compass inside my body, who I am, what I do,
what I know about the place I’m in, the quiet of it early on
and in the in-betweens, the space, the orange cactus flower suddenly
utterly opening again, its petals like a dancer’s arms, who doesn’t
imagine an embrace again with all this, the surprises of the small,
how infinite in the middle of the hot sand, the lizard racing in between
rocks and I think how I am further out than I planned to go today, past
the new leaves on the lemon tree in the early morning in the summer here,
in one of the hottest places on earth, far as this, far as I can go and all
the way back in the middle of the troubles, light as I know how to live
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Water
By Carolyn Chilton Casas
I would love to live
Like a river flows
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
John O”Donohue, “Fluent”
When life gets stuck in eddies
and ebb is felt more than flow,
I return to memories of water.
Gently rocked in rhythmic waves
I stroke
onward into depths unknown.
Water always soothes me,
bestows peace of heart and mind,
along with answers from a bottomless beyond.
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My Voice
By Carolyn Chilton Casas
On the sacred wave of my voice
a story erupts from my heart.
It is a tale of unity, of relation, of love.
It encompasses every individual,
creature, and the natural world,
all equally of value,
all an original gift from the One.
The responsibility of my voice
is to weave the words together to
form a reminder of our blessedness,
our reasons for being,
all the oceans we embody expressing the light.
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Fireworks
By Fabrice Poussin
Another celebration in the atmosphere
independence of those who are free
remembrance of millions who gave all
a mere sparkler to commemorate a living.
Prisoners of summertime blues they hope
looking to darkening skies and a bright moon
stripes of blue and white and their cherished stars
perhaps a gleeful quake beneath the storm.
Memories of distant holidays by the seaside
hover upon the gray smoke like warm ghosts
yet they can find the tender frown of a smile
chaos is not enough to smother their joy.
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Haz-Mat Love
By Fabrice Poussin
She smiles through the haze
upon a glass plate made for secrets.
She trembles beneath the green skin
dripping with the magic foam.
Pearls shine like a new home
teasing memories she will never save.
Orbs of blue hope for an escape
her tears joined with the drops of inner storms.
He looks on beyond the mist
full of resounding rhythmic tremors.
If his voice makes a word
she remains still in her solid silence.
Energies vibrate toward a reunion
in the fog sparks come to a sudden end.
It seems so long ago yesterday
they lay in harmony under a soft shroud.
Watching particles of rainbows
their souls seek a journey.
Perhaps they cry behind the masks
or they scream within the shell.
Vanished in those grand sterile homes
too fast their images have faded.
Warm lives turned cold in the night
their gazes lock on distant horizons.
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Haiku
by Steven Lang
Hummingbird hovers
Heartbeats indiscernible
Jade nectar junkie.
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The Last Breath of Summer
by Robert S. C. Cutler
The last breath of Summer
The afternoon wraps her arms around me.
I take comfort in the warmth of the day.
Unable to move, I close my eyes.
The air resonates on wings opaque.
A constant flurry of delicate souls.
The afternoon wraps her arms around me.
A sudden breeze interrupts the peace.
The leaves of a Birch tree applaud as they fall.
Unable to move, I close my eyes.
Obscured by clouds, the Sun’s warmth escapes me.
For a moment, Autumn has appeared.
The afternoon wraps her arms around me.
The songs of birds, the memories of Spring.
Infrequent now in the surrounding trees.
Unable to move, I close my eyes.
Taking in this borrowed moment.
My heart is at ease, my thoughts unwind.
The afternoon wraps her arms around me.
Unable to move, I close my eyes.
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Accepting the Magic
By Jeremy Szuder
First, find the magic.
You won’t have to
look too far away.
If the axis spins in your favor,
then the magic should be
Hovering
right in front of your face.
Breathe it, drown in it.
Make the horn dust of unicorns
jam themselves straight into
that nose you have been
hanging sunglasses over
all morning long.
The lawnmower motors
rumbling over this land
won’t matter,
the annoying, repetitive
squeal of a 3 year old
stuck on sugar won’t matter.
These bulbous Pasadena hillsides
have been waiting a long time
to introduce you to the magic.
It floats on its haunches and licks
those jowls of joyful moments,
handing them over gently to you
as if a newly caught river trout
wrapped in the wet and furry paws
of a California Brown Bear.
I am hopeful and anticipate
that you will accept.
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Easy Living
By Jeremy Szuder
It’s summertime, and I’ve lost
the names and the numbers
of all my fondest enemies.
I let go of the steering wheel
and let my smiles convert water
back into troughs of sweet wine.
Each morning bell tolls
flakes of gold into my waking head.
A feeling of flight bookmarks
the channels of airstream
caught on highways of blue sky.
The business of leisure is often
misconstrued as an opportunity
to disconnect from some kind of
common pulse riveting between us all,
but what we seem to have
forgotten, in the eyes of all
this digital cacophony,
is the buzz of flesh against sand.
There is a dribble of natural water
mixed with ambition
trickling down our dumb faces,
and as I let my stomach push hard
against the waist of my poor trousers,
I am adamant to admit,
I couldn’t be happier.
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Her Visitors
By John Grey
She was in bed for a year
and shrinking beneath the sheets.
For twelve months of her life,
she was stalled,
with memory for reverse
and only imagination to move her
any way forward.
Visitors came
but, for all her spread-wide smiles,
she did not relish such contact
with those who could go many hours
without thinking once about their body.
She did heal eventually
and, weak as she was,
could finally lift herself off the mattress,
set a stumbling course
for the hospital sun-room.
Eventually, that year of pause
was followed, back home, by a time of small steps,
like a movie in slow motion,
her muscles working one frame at a time.
Those same visitors
showed up at her door
to a forced joyful greeting
and a slow struggle to the kitchen
and the promise of coffee
prepared by a shaky hand.
She never did get back
to being her old self.
Her life was more stutter than start.
But she began to appreciate visitors more
despite the disparity between her health and theirs.
After all, it wasn’t their fault
that they could climb stairs and she couldn’t.
One was just as human as the other.
And good luck and bad luck shared more than just a name.
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Glory is the Evening
By Yash Seyedbagheri
glory is the evening
pink and purple shadows shimmering
over curving country roads
snow dissolving, piece by piece
rich dirt revealing warmth
glory is the moon
who wears a newly brightened face, snaking through silent pines
wandering through wisp clouds
beaming like a child
before she takes a bow
glory is the stillness
of a butter-colored lamp
from a home on a hill, where a Tchaikovsky waltz wafts
images of dancing flowers welcoming the weary walker
day is done
glory to the trees
who dance in new garments
and whisper a mother’s hush
on a crisp, welcoming breeze
winter’s whipping winds no more
glory is spring
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Second Chances
By Jane Briganti
Second chances
don't always come
We want them
we need them
but still sometimes
opportunity leaves us behind
We look to the Universe
to guide us as we go
waiting for a sign
To open a new door
one must close an old
This is often painful
as stories do unfold
A second chance
must not be ignored
It may never come again
Show the Universe
you have faith
Move forward
without looking back
Trust your destiny
to keep you on track
Close the door behind you
and throw away the key
Bury the past, it wasn't meant
to last
Second chances
don't come easy
One must search their
heart and mind
Putting their soul out on
the line
Face fear and uncertainty
of the unknown
Accept the truth
Where you are now
is a place you have
out grown
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Poets
By Jane Briganti
Alone we sit and ponder
with emotions we do fight
a never-ending battle
a poets' need to write
Observation, contemplation
about sentiments we share
often daunting and painful
it is what poets bare
Our words - albeit true
are not always dark and bleak
we poets also write
of love and the hope we seek
Alas, why do we write
perhaps we are not sure
rest assured a poets' heart
is nothing less than pure
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A Morning’s Walk
By Nolo Segundo
My wife and I walk every morning,
a mile or so--
it’s good for us old to walk in the cold,
or in the misty rain, it makes less the pain
that old age is wont to bring to bodies
which once burned bright with youth,
though now I wear braces on ankles,
braces on knees, and I walk slowly
with 2 canes, like a old skier
sans snow, sans mountain.
We passed a tree whose leaves had
left behind summer’s green and now
fall slowly, carefully one by one
in their autumnal splendor.
My wife stopped me--
listen she said--but
I heard nothing—shhh,
stand still she said,
and I tried hard to
hear the mystery.
Finally I asked her, knowing my hearing
less than hers (too many rock concerts
in my heedless youth), what we listen for ?
She looked up at my old head, and smiled--
only she could hear the sound each leaf made
as it rippled the air in falling to the ground.
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Contributor Bios
A Whittenberg is a Philadelphia native who has a global perspective. If she wasn’t an author she’d be
a private detective or a jazz singer. She loves reading about history and true crime. Her other novels
include Sweet Thang, Hollywood and Maine, Life is Fine, Tutored and The Sane Asylum.
Bruce Levine, a 2019 Pushcart Prize Poetry Nominee, has spent his life as a writer of fiction and
poetry and as a music and theatre professional. Over three hundred of his works are published in over
twenty-five on-line journals including Ariel Chart, Friday Flash Fiction, Literary Yard; over thirty
print books including Poetry Quarterly, Haiku Journal, Dual Coast Magazine, Tipton Poetry Journal,
and his shows have been produced in New York and around the country. Six eBooks are available from
Amazon.com. His work is dedicated to the loving memory of his late wife, Lydia Franklin. A native Manhattanite,
Bruce lives in New York with his dog, Gabi. Visit him at www.brucelevine.com
Carolyn Chilton Casas is a Reiki Master and teacher, a student of metaphysics and philosophy. Her
favorite themes for writing are healing, wellness, awareness, and the spiritual journey. Carolyn’s
stories and poems have appeared in Energy, Journey of the Heart, Odyssey, Reiki NewsMagazine,
Snapdragon, The Art of Healing, The Edge and in other publications. You can read more of Carolyn’s
work on Instagram at mindfulpoet_ or contact her at ceccasas@aol.com.
Charlene Langfur is a southern Californian, an organic gardener, a Syracuse University Graduate
Writing Fellow and her recent publications include poems in Weber: The Contemporary West, Emrys,
Inlandia, The North Dakota Quarterly.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his
work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography
has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other
publications.
Jane Briganti lives and works in New York City. Her poetry has been frequently published by
Creations Magazine and has appeared in journals including WestWard Quarterly, Better Than
Starbucks, Spillwords and Leaves of Ink. She believes poetry is the soul's way of communicating with
itself.
Jeremy Szuder is a chef by night and creator of poetry and illustration work by day. His past track
record in the arts includes; 15 years as a musician in various bands (drums, vocals), graphic design
work for clothing/skateboard companies, 25 plus years of self published Zines, showings of fine art in
the underground art scene, a 10 year plus stint spinning vinyl at various events all across the city, and
at present time continues to have both illustrations and poems published by over a dozen fine art and
literary publications all across the U.S.A. as well as Canada. Jeremy Szuder continues to call Los
Angeles California via Glendale his home at present.
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Contributor Bios cont’d
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and
Connecticut River Review. Latest book, “Leaves On Pages” is available through Amazon.
Nolo Segundo is the pen name of a retired teacher, 73, who chose it for the way it rolls off the tongue. Though he
wrote some poetry in his 20's as well as an unpublished novel inspired by the time he taught ESL in Phnom-Penh
in 1973-74 (leaving a year before the time of the Killing Fields), for some reason he stopped writing altogether
for over 30 years. For an equally obscure reason, 'they', the poems, began arriving in his conscious mind about 5
years ago. Since then he's had over 50 published online/in print by literary magazines in the U.S. Britain, and
even one in India. Married for 40 years, the only other interesting aspect to his life besides his years teaching,
including 3 years in the Far East, was an NDE he had at 24 whilst almost drowning in a Vermont river that
shattered his former materialist world view [as in believing only matter is real]. For 1/2 a century he has known
that beneath his conscious mind and its counterpart, the unconscious, lies an endless, eternal consciousness that
has always existed, and that what we call the world, the Universe, is permeated by a far greater and largely
unknowable Mystery.'
Robert S. C. Cutler is a United States Air Force veteran and a career Aerospace worker. He writes in
the genres of Science Fiction/ Horror and is the author of two short stories and Five novels. His two
short stories, The Atonement and The Treaty, were both published by the Webzine Aphelion. Robert’s
first two novels, Resurrection and A whisper in the Shadows, were published independently. His latest
three novels, Subprimeval, Hypothermia, and Zygote were written for and published by the Webzine
and publisher Big World Network.
Steven Lang has published one collection of poetry to date, entitled, “Heavenly Hurt”. Steve’s poem,
“Raphael” has been nominated by Ariel Chart International Literary Journal for the 2020 Pushcart
Poetry Prize. Plum Tree Tavern, Grand Little Things and Indian Periodical have also published
Steve’s work this year and BeznCo will carry his poem, “Humility” in their inaugural publication in
January 2021. Though from Scotland originally, Steve has travelled widely, especially in Africa and
currently lives in El Salvador with his wife and three children, where he is Director of a large and well
-known international school.
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University's MFA program in fiction. His story, "Soon," was
nominated for a Pushcart. Yash has also had work nominated for Best of the Net and The Best Small Fictions. A
native of Idaho, Yash’s work is forthcoming or has been published in The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts,
Write City Magazine, Café Lit, and Ariel Chart, among others.
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Founder’s Favourites
Issue 13—Jan 2021
Thanks for
spending time with
my favourites.
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