melissa davis
October 26, 2014 Comments Off on melissa davis
“A Poem”
Blank notebook pages wait
Beckoning
A yellow pencil taps
Nervously
A solitary body sits
Meditating
Tense hands pause
Wondering
An open mind wanders
Searching
Nerve synapses snap
Finding
Inspiration Arrives
Fulfilling
Loose fingers type
Poetry
“The Wind”
A whistle
A whisper
Something did pass
A gust
A gasp
Hair and fur twirl with time
A swish
A swoosh
Trees way yet stand tall
A holler
A howl
Animals give way
A pulse
A purr
Pause, silence
February, 2014
February 26, 2014 Comments Off on February, 2014
Please enjoy our winter issue of Inner Art Journal. Several new poets have joined us while those that you may have come to know continue to share their jewels. The poems will be posted over the next several days.
Leslie, Nelima and Esra
exciting news for our poets
December 27, 2013 Comments Off on exciting news for our poets
We have a few announcements to share with you. Valerie Rosenfeld, one of our frequent contributors, has had several tanka accepted for publication by the Bamboo Hut. You can find them here: http://thebamboohut.weebly.com. One of our editors, Esra Sarioglu, has had poetry accepted to Ardea, http://www.ardea.org.uk and A Hundred Gourds: http://www.haikuhut.com. In addition, one of Esra’s works will be included in an upcoming anthology. We so pleased and proud of our authors!
On a different note, Ava Burton is offering a collection of essays on pottery: http://www.amazon.com/Potters-Journey-Four-Essays-Artists-ebook/dp/B00GU2BA3S. The collection is for ceramic artists and art lovers who would like to explore both technique and perception.
Featured Poets 1.1.2012
January 1, 2012 Comments Off on Featured Poets 1.1.2012
allie marini batts
I never wore a wedding band
nonetheless
my ring finger feels too light
now that we are no longer
married
allison miller
noticing how I
get caught
in my own web
I marvel
at the spider’s feat
anne tourney
a forgotten lake
retreating from the valley
left its name in the sand
along the empty basin
where I make a fragile home
anthony ward
I’m spending my time
trying to keep up with it
forever falling short
ellen pratt
stopping myself
before I regress
flashes of blue and white
blue jay pulls up just in time
to miss my windshield
eric muller
he waits as she cleans
dreading when she’ll stop to talk
about what happened
a finch bumps against the window
and falls dead out on the deck
jane blanchard
How I envy the marsh
accepting and releasing
whatever flows its way
season after season
year after year
joan mcnerney
an outdoor concert
which is sweeter, the flute
or bird song in the woods?
kevin hogg
Dusty children hack earth with shovels, sticks, property stakes. One saws at a problematic root with a pilfered steak knife. Dirt tossed carelessly from the void. Silent concentration, broken occasionally as gritty, negligently tossed particles are spat aside.
Carefree afternoon
China can’t be far away
Knee-deep but gaining
kileen gilroy
She taught me how to catch a firefly
using a glass and small hands
sitting on swings at dusk
I remember now
how good it felt to be next to you
holding light
laurie dehamer
I am becalmed
in the middle
of a lake
my boat
filling up with tears
mamta madhavan
eyes hold
silver trinkets
unsold
on racks
fridge magnets lie
in stacks
but my
hands pick you a
blue eye
michelle russo
every smile
frozen in time
we never see
the outtakes
of our somber selves
sara backer
At the mowed margin
of a dying field of corn
I spot the pointed
black ears of a kitten
crouching in wet stubble
sebastian rimehaug
stalk-still
buried in spray
heron douses its beak
hitchhiking
for fish
susan hogan
You speak the softest words by heart,
So soft I cannot hear-
Then look up at me with a start,
You speak the softest words by heart.
Your face is coming all apart.
You cannot hide the tears.
You speak the softest words by heart,
So soft I cannot hear.
tom clausen
a little red
begun in the crown
of the maple…
that reserve of love
I still have left
valerie rosenfeld
I dreamed
I remembered
how to fly~
what freedom
to challenge gravity