POEM BY SETH JANI
The body like cedar dust.
The soul mastering oneironautics,
Passing through the slim door
Reflected in the water,
Or disentangling from the flesh
To alight on the small flowers
Of the other world.
Our lives are simultaneous
With that one,
And we dance in the two-footed darkness
Straddling the forgetful banks
Of sleep and small thinking.
To remember, To remember,
The one mantra we must recall.
To name again the logic-shattering death
That rips us, roots upwards, from the earth
Like love or mouldering,
Like the bright reflection
That drew Li Po
Into the moonstruck sky
Beneath the Yangtze River.
Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (. com/). His own work has been published widely in such places as The Foundling Review, The Devilfish Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at
POEM BY JIM DAVIS
Figures shaded by the navy willow
curl in the back of the river’s hand
where roots are veins & under
the crawdad tree, her jaw is swollen
with tobacco leaves. Woodlice curl
in her palm & the ice chest we bought
from the Spoon River Rest Stop
is floating downstream with the lost
baggies of green grapes. The coyote
tonguing honey from her snarls
at the crows nodding on the frames
of dimness. I’m digging a hole for us
with shards of a shattered star to light
another dark path pointed home.
I’m hungry, she’s hungry, we’re home
less. Then shadow’s a blessing unknown.
JIM DAVIS is a student of Human Development and Psychology at Harvard University and has previously studied at Northwestern University and Knox College. He reads for TriQuarterly and his work has appeared in Seneca Review, Bellevue Literary Review, The Harvard Crimson, Portland Review, Midwest Quarterly, RHINO, and California Journal of Poetics, among others. He has received multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominations and won many contests, including the Line Zero Poetry Prize. In addition to writing and painting, Jim is an international semi-professional American football player. @JimDavisArt
POEM BY DANIEL VON DER EMBSE
Answers on the ground
Androgynous girl floats past
wind flips her hair up
tiny tattoo on her nape
Is that a dare or a request
I wanted to ask – knowing
the answer should be yes
Sirens wailing past
stop her like stone
to look down at her boots
where the answer is written
As sound trails off some birds ruckus
stirring up dust
covering over the words
lost answers on the ground
Daniel von der Embse was born and raised in Mansfield, Ohio,
and graduated from Ashland University with a B.A. degree in
Theatre. He began writing poetry after a career as an awardwinning
copywriter for advertising agencies in New York,
Chicago, Los Angeles, Seattle, and San Francisco. His poems
appear The Missing Slate, Penny Ante Feud, Harpoon Review, Vine
Leaves Literary Journal, and Poetry Quarterly.