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This April

Poetry by Michael Carrino

Time can be a gentle quiz a dissonant tin drum
          Songbirds are silent

It continues to rain    Every village road is now
          a branch of the river

The past is a vintage red wine
          in some dark cellar

The future might only be
          black grapes

wasting on a vine as another
          ash-stained cloud

creates an illusion    Beyond
          the slate gray lake

every mountain must be burning


Michael Carrino was co-founder and poetry editor of SUNY Plattsburgh’s literary journal, Saranac Review. He has had nine books of poetry published, most recently, In No Hurry (Kelsay Books, 2021) and Natural Light (Kelsay Books, 2023), as well as individual poems in numerous journals and reviews.

Another One Gone South

Poetry by Brian C. Billings

In the great Northeast,
I’ve soaked in rain;
I’ve chilled in snow.
I’ve had enough.
It’s time to go
to the water-strained Southwest,
where it’s best
to feel the kiss
of a dry metropolis
and bake to overdone
in the sun.

Abandoning myself to thirst,
I’ll brand myself the first
among the downward strays
who seek hot, vulnerable days.

Farewell to risk
when weather’s brisk
and tax that bites like a basilisk.

Farewell to rent
that puts a dent
in budgets that were all well-meant.

Farewell to bunkers.
No one hunkers
in the land of drills and junkers.

I’ll learn how to make do with less
in my arid new address.
Among the scrub I’ll decompress.

Sunscreen’s become my safest bet
for coping with the constant threat
of chaos where the climate’s wet.


Brian C. Billings is a professor of drama and English at Texas A&M University-Texarkana. His work has appeared in such journals as Ancient PathsAntietam ReviewThe Bluebird WordConfrontationEvening Street ReviewGlacial Hills Review, and Poems and Plays. Publishers for his scripts include Eldridge Publishing and Heuer Publishing. Read earlier poems from last March and December in The Bluebird Word.

Reflections of the Rio Grande

Poetry by Tiel Aisha Ansari

You have walled up my free-flowing waters, trammeled me with rip-rap and rat-rotten levees; you entomb me under asphalt and throw bridges across my back

You have trapped out the beaver that shaped my watershed, the salmon that climbed me into the land

You ditched and filled, drained and overbuilt, the wetlands that cushioned the blows of my wrath, my wrath flooding against the lands around me

You choke me with nitrogen runoff and mats of green algae, suck out fresh water and give me salt to drink, you drain me to dust and dead fish

But I swear I hold no malice, need no revenge, claim no sacrifice. Stop bringing me
children to drown.


Sufi warrior poet Tiel Aisha Ansari has been featured by Measure, Windfall, and Everyman’s Library. Her collections include Knocking from Inside, High-Voltage Lines, Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare’s Stable, The Day of My First Driving Lesson, and Dervish Lions. She hosts Wider Window Poetry on KBOO Community Radio.

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