If it weren't for the poets and artists we would have no maps for our sacred selves. Every poet is a cartographer and translator of the psyche. Reading a poem is like walking blindfolded within myself, feeling my way by touch - wall by wall - while I figure out the exact dimensions of my depth. Someday I will accept that I am an abyss. We make do with what we have - our native tongues, our limited grasp of life. I grab for fistfuls of more and more consciousness and all I come away with are a few new wisps of meaning. ... Read More
If it weren't for the poets and artists we would have no maps for our sacred selves. Every poet is a cartographer and translator of the psyche. Reading a poem is like walking blindfolded within myself, feeling my way by touch - wall by wall - while I figure out the exact dimensions of my depth. Someday I will accept that I am an abyss. We make do with what we have - our native tongues, our limited grasp of life. I grab for fistfuls of more and more consciousness and all I come away with are a few new wisps of meaning. Poetry is a back door to our within . This issue is a composite of our human spirit - boundless and mystifying. I am grateful to all the contributors for sharing and showing themselves - a constellation of souls singing and gleaming. Contributors: Lily Beaumont Jennifer Frederick CL Bledsoe Ana Jovanovska Douglas Cole Adele Hally Jack Kogut Vincent Vecchio Henry Motto Jaye Nasir Roy Christopher Dominikus Susan Bloch-Welliver Lorrie Ness Shana Ross Luna Monet Sierra Jason M. Thornberry Taylor Richardson Maureen Fran Read Less
