Lime be your light,
bright citrus bite,
sans sallow,
sans shallow,
deep echo hush.
Light hissing and molten,
bliss to an albatross wing,
and sky kissed spring
on a rejoice for green.
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Marilyn ‘Misky’ Braendeholm lives in the UK surrounded by flowers, grapevines, bubbling pots of sourdough starter, and always keeps dog biscuits in her pocket for her blind Springer Spaniel. She never buys clothing without pockets.
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Olivier Schopfer lives in Geneva, Switzerland, the city with the huge lake water fountain. He likes capturing the moment in haiku and photography. His work has appeared in The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku 2014 as well as in numerous online and print journals. He also writes articles in French about etymology and everyday expressions at Olivier Schopfer raconte les mots.
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Michele S. Cornelius lives in Southeast Alaska where she works on photographic art and fills notebooks with poems.
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W. Jack Savage is a retired broadcaster and educator. He is the author of seven books (wjacksavage.com) including Imagination: The Art of W. Jack Savage. Jack and his wife Kathy live in Monrovia, California.
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Jean Morris lives in south-east London, UK, where she translates, edits, takes photos, reviews books for Shiny New Books, and supports the campaign against Southwark borough council’s plans to replace the peaceful, much-loved wooded areas in the old cemetery with new roads and thousands of new burial plots.
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W. Jack Savage is a retired broadcaster and educator. He is the author of seven books (wjacksavage.com) including Imagination: The Art of W. Jack Savage. Jack and his wife Kathy live in Monrovia, California.
I wake at the edge
of the garden
in a cloud colored nightgown.
This was not my idea
but since there is no one here
I gather the dark to my face.
Since there is no one
I toss the pall from
one moment to the next.
Soon I’ll turn my face away.
The moon has a blank stare
but it blinks relentlessly, tearing
the night I carry inside me.
When I lived in the light,
I had all the shadow I needed.
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Janet and Cheryl Snell are sisters who collaborate on art and word projects. One of their collections, Prisoner’s Dilemma, won the Lopside Press Chapbook Competition. Both Snells regularly publish in the small magazines, and recently had work in PANK, Mixitini Matrix, and Deep Water literary Journal. They keep a blog of art and poetry called Scattered Light.
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Angie Werren lives (and writes) in a tiny house in Ohio. Sometimes she takes pictures of things in the yard.
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Debbie Strange is a widely published tanka and haiku poet, as well as an avid photographer. Her current passion is for creating tanshi (small poem) art. You are invited to see more of her work on Twitter @Debbie_Strange.
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Michele S. Cornelius spent years chasing clouds on the back roads of the west, but is now settled in Southeast Alaska where she wanders in old-growth forests, admires the sea, and works to capture ephemeral bits of nature. Her website is michelescornelius.com.
