Thursday, June 11, 2026

Contents of California Quarterly, Vol. 52, No. 2 (Summer 2026), Ed. Nicholas Skaldetvind and Maja Trochimczyk


California Quarterly, Vol. 52, No. 2 (Summer 2026), Ed. Nicholas Skaldetvind and Maja Trochimczyk

Cover Art: “Detail, Rancho de Taos Church, New Mexico,” photograph by Margaret Randall


Table of Contents

California Quarterly, Volume 52, Number 2, Summer 2026

Autobiography of Judas     Bonnie Naradzay — 7

Address for the Wine Tasting Society of South Tyrol — Bonnie Naradzay — 8

Preferences   Charles Rafferty   9

My Olden Days    Charles Rafferty —  10

Weather Report for Where I Want to Be   Jordan Jones  — 10

Thank You Note  —  Diane Thiel —  11

Wayfaring   Diane Thiel — 12

Seeds of Awakening   Ambika Talwar —  12

The Paths Are Made for Walking — Tracey Zielonka  — 13

H20  —  Gregory Cecil —  13

Sonnet 43  Rudolfo Carrillo —  14

We Walk on Our Own Roof —  Omer Redzic  — 14

Sonnet 63    Rudolfo Carrillo —  15

Highland Hospital  — Stephen Benz  16

Seafront in Agadir —  Thomas Lavelle   —  17

Ghazal Variation on A Theme from Emily Dickinson    Stephen Benz   18

We Have Each Other Now  —  Candace Walsh  —  19

Ache in the Apiary — Dan Beachy-Quick —  20

Elemental Girl  —  Richard Dinges, Jr. —  21

Imbecile Prayer  —   Dan Beachy-Quick  —   22

Suspension —  Mark Belair  — 23

Up and Over the Ridge   Valerie Martinez —  24

As If Heard —  Deborah H. Doolittle —  25

Roy Harris: —  Third Symphony—  David Calonne  —  26

A Sense of Urgency  Mary Katharine Tramontana —  26

Stitching in the Ditch  —  Deborah H. Doolittle  —  27

Upcanyon   Lenya Quinn-Davidson —  27

Leaves of Grass on Your Back   Sally Anderson Boström — 28

Local Wonders —  Paul Willis   29

Cages  —  Carl Warmuth   30

From After  — Norman Finkelstein   31

From After  — Norman Finkelstein — 32

In Her Wake —  Marisa P. Clark —  33

Unpublished  —  Kurt Hemmer  —  34

The Occasional Poet   Anthony Caleshu —  35

Cate’s Vape and It’s Awkward  Michael Beirne   36

Book a Day  —  Jeffrey L. Taylor —  36

Carmina Amori  —  Michael Beirne   37

A Little Poem to Love —  Michael Beirne, tr. —  37

Jetties  —  Matthew Mazzoni —  38

Bargaining  —  Susie Meserve   —  39

Три Отрывка oб Аваллоне —  Dimitri Psurtsev —  40

Three Excerpts About Avalon  —  Philip Metres, tr.  41

Le loup tourne à la porte  —  Valentine Penros  —  42

The Wolf Turns at the Door —  Mia X. Perez, tr. —  43

A Prayer of Bioluminescence — Tani Arness   45

Fire — Greg Gregory —  46

Tracings  — Greg Gregory  —  47

Blue Mists of Passing Time —  William R. Ford, Jr. —  47

A Veces He Pensado Que En El Aire  —  Jordi Doce —  48

Sometimes I Think That Traces Marta López Luaces, tr. —  48

Passage — Matthew J. Spireng  49

Mascarado Avanço —  Waly Salomão —  50

Masked, I Advance  —  Maryam Monalisa Gharavi, tr. —  50

From Swing State  —  Jean Day  —  51

Black Magic  — Matthew Mazzoni —  52

When Designs Collide  —  Ambika Talwar    53

I Left Those Places  — Margaret Randall   —  54

The Footprints You Leave  —   Margaret Randall —  55


Cover Art: “Detail, Rancho de Taos Church, New Mexico,” photograph by Margaret Randall

Contributors in Alphabetical Order      56

CSPS Contest Opportunities        56

CSPS Newsbriefs 2026, No.2 by Maja Trochimczyk     59

Publishing Opportunities with CSPS — 61

2024 CSPS Donors, Patrons, and Membership — 62

Membership Form 64


“Detail, Rancho de Taos Church, New Mexico,” photograph by Margaret Randall

EDITOR’S NOTE 

German philosopher Ernst Bloch suggests that “A symbolism that is in itself fermenting, incomplete, functional. […] “[to] represent the rising triumph of the organic exuberance over the crystal.” I’ve set out to present an example of poets’ vertical investigations abstracting from the muck and confusing murk a clattering of time, of place, of history, making the reader giddy with notions of the numinous, names, theories, dreams, dates, legends.  A good poem rewards this kind of looking. 

These poets place themselves at the center of all time in that self-perpetuating way great mythic figures have always done without border, age, limit and within a labyrinthine wonder.  Fresh and clean verse, pure and naked of pretense, as the wild goat heads and unmoored light which washes the Ionian Islands’ and Albuquerque alike. The inherent lyrical structure bestowed upon these works imparts a sense of coherence and unity, steering the reader to believe this was a preconceived notion of collaboration.  Seekers of light and truth go beyond. They’ve roused me from a bedazzled stupor marked by a sense of inner-defeatism characterizing the better part of the last three months as I scoured after the alchemical “what” of the submitted poems, how to articulate my rationale in selecting a poem and a translation, and then to sequence the thing. Each of these poems is its own incarnate statements of poetics in motion to “represent the rising triumph of the organic exuberance over the crystal.”  

The reward is this terrific group singing the relationship they share with the world.  Certain poets have widened my eyes with their singing: Margaret Randall, Dan Beachy-Quick, Valerie Martinez, Philip Metres, Diane Thiel, Norman Finkelstein, Stephen Benz, and Bonnie Naradzay. Songs in which there is the recognizable sound of a human voice inducing you to continue reading. I will also wager that if you are like me, you turn to poetry as a means of revealing that which pertains to yourself, for the possibility that another poet out there will open a window for you that you didn’t before trust was there. Faith.

My aim has been to sequence them into a shape of communal feeling. And, as with any decent anthology, you are able to open at random and Dame Fortune will enfold you in the language’s sheer beauty of resonance.  It has been an honor.

Nicholas Skaldetvind ,  Editor, CQ, Vol. 52, No. 2 

Albuquerque, New Mexico

Our lady of Guadelupe, New Mexico, Photograph by Margaret Randall

NEWSBRIEFS 2026, NO. 2, SUMMER 2026 

This issue of the California Quarterly was edited by Nicholas Skaldetvind, a doctoral student at the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque, as shown in his choices of UNM students and faculty (Margaret Randall). With the balance tilted heavily towards the academic milieu of the Editor (17 of 59 poems were written in Albuquerque), I decided to step as Managing Editor and add fine verse sent by 11 poets through our regular submission channels (mail, Submittable, and our website): Mark Belair, Gregory Cecil, Richard Dinges, Jr., Deborah H. Doolittle, Greg Gregory, William R. Ford, Jr Matthew Mazzoni, Lenya Quinn-Davidson, Matthew J. Spireng, Ambika Talwar, and Jeffrey L. Taylor.   

The 39th Annual CSPS Poetry Contest is in progress. Poems must be postmarked by June 30th, 2026. Reading fees for all entries are $3.00 per poem for CSPS members and $6.00 for non-members. There is an 80-line (two page) limit for poems and a limit of 7 poems per poet. Three main prizes include publication in the California Quarterly, a small cash prize, and a certificate. The Judge may also select six to ten Honorary Mentions. This year, the CSPS Board decided to add a special 250th Birthday Prize for the best poem celebrating the 250th anniversary of the founding of the United States in 1776.

The Annual Contest Judge, Mary Langer Thompson Ed.D., is an award-winning poet and writer who currently lives in the high desert of California where she opened a public school as its principal. Born in Illinois, she also was an English teacher, adjunct professor, and California's Senior Poet Laureate (2012-13). She edited From Silence to Speech: Women of the Bible Speak Out in 2015, published Poems in Water in 2014, and wrote two children’s books, and several chapbooks. 

The first issue of California Quarterly’s volume 52, edited by Konrad Tademar Wilk, was liked by poets. David Moreland wrote: “I received the copy of the Quarterly and I am very impressed with its quality. I am proud to have had my two poems selected for inclusion in your publication.”  Amanda Leon messaged the editors: “thank you for accepting the poem Death and Godless Lands! I’m a huge fan of California Quarterly and I appreciate the opportunity.” The CQ cover displayed a patriotic hot-air balloon from the International Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I used my photos from that memorable event also for the Poetry Letter No. 1 of 2026 that gathered all prize-winning poems from Monthly Contests of 2025, as well as work by Featured Poet Nancy Murphy and three book reviews. The Poetry Letter was posted on our blog, with more balloon illustrations, from the Fiesta and from the archives of the Smithsonian – both garnered praise from many readers. 

During the CSPS Board Meeting on 18 April 2026, the results of vote by mail by members were confirmed, approving the CSPS cutting ties with the National Federation State Poetry Societies and amending its Constitution and Bylaws to reflect that change. The President’s Blog and Social Media Report noted that there were 111 posts on the blog since the inception in 2019; with 63.9k views in past 6 months, 111k views in past 12 months; and 234,430 all-time views. The all-time audience visited from: the U.S. (72k), Hong Kong (25.6k), China (20.2k), Brazil (14.4k), Vietnam (12.8k) Germany (11k), Singapore (10.8k) and Israel (9.43k).     

PERSONALIA 

Richard Modiano, VP Communications, is the co-editor of a recently published poetry anthology commemorating the tragic fires in Pacific Palisades and Altadena (i.e. the Palisades and Eaton fires) that destroyed thousands of homes and killed 31 people—plus 409 “excess mortality” deaths according to a joint study by Boston University and the University of Helsinki. The Catching Fire: The Los Angeles Wildfires: January 5 thru February 1, 2025 (Rose of Sharon Press, 2026) was co-edited by S.A. Griffin and Richard Modiano. As John Bellamy Foster wrote, “the poems in this volume reach deep into this horrendous experience and at the same time help us rediscover our common humanity.” 

Nicholas Skaldetvind continues to gather publication credits. His chapbook In the Way of Things was issued by the Fernwood Press and In Keeping with the Noisy Earth by the Bottlecap Press. His poem was accepted by Peripheries, a literary journal of the Harvard Divinity School, He is also Culture Reporter for The Daily Lobo and Graduate Teaching Assistant at The University of New Mexico. 

In February 2026, Ambika Talwar was nominated Poet of the Month by Our Poetry Archive, ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com. Her poems were published by The Wise Owl in India, by Soul Scribers in Vernal Verses, and included in a haiku anthology in Japan, Haiku for Soulmates by Gabriela Marie Milton. Her short stories appeared in World Wide Writer's Web and in Whispering Sagas edited by Lopamudra Banerjee, Amita Ray and Chaitali Sengupta. Her paintings appear in Folklok Dispatch by the Department of Folklore Studies, Gauhati, Assam, India. Congratulations!

Maja Trochimczyk, CSPS President 

Maja Trochimczyk and Nicholas Skaldetvind at the Ojai  Music Festival, 8 June 2025.

ABOUT THE EDITORS

NICHOLAS SKALDETVIND, EDITOR

Nicholas Skaldetvind is an Italian-American poet and paper-maker. He holds a M.A. (2019) from Stockholm University, Department of English and Transnational Creative Writing (thesis "The Spontaneous Poetics of Jack Kerouac’s Letters from 1947-1956: Repetition, Language, and Narration.”)  In 2015 he received B.A degree from Saint Louis University, Madrid, Department of Spanish Language and Literature, Department of International Studies, and Department of Ibero-American Studies. He is a recipient of numerous scholarships and grants, including Graduate ERASMUS  Merit Scholarship (September 2018 – January 2019) at Bath Spa University. Department of English and Creative Writing in Bath, England; as well as scholarships at creative writing workshops at Berkeley, CA; Naropa University, Colorado and book arts and papermaking workshop at Wells College in Aurora, New York. He also was an undergraduate Exchange Student at the University of Copenhagen, Department of Political Sciences, English Literature, Spanish Literature, and Historical Linguistics (August 2012 – May 2016) and took a writing course in Danish in 2015.  He currently works on his Ph.D. at the University of New Mexico, Albuquerque. 

Skaldetvind's research and teaching interests include: Twentieth-century American Literature, Transnational Studies, Epistolary Poetics, Life Writing, Literature of the American West, Papermaking and Book Arts, Fibers and Shrinkage, and Paper Drying Process. He is a multilingual poet and writer: native speaker in English, with advanced knowledge of Spanish, Danish,  intermediate knowledge of Swedish, Portuguese, Italian, and French. He joined the Editorial Board in September 2023.

MAJA TROCHIMCZYK, CSPS PRESIDENT & CQ MANAGIND EDITOR

Maja Trochimczyk is a Polish American poet, scholar, translator, photographer, and non-profit director born in Poland and residing in California. She studied musicology at the University of Warsaw, and sound engineering at the Chopin Academy of Music in Warsaw, leaving Poland in 1988 with two M.A. degrees. In 1994, she earned her Ph.D. in musicology from McGill University in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Dr. Trochimczyk published six books of poetry (incl. Slicing the Bread,  2014; Into Light, and The Rainy Bread, 2016, and Bright Skies, 2022). She also edited five poetry anthologies: Chopin with Cherries (2010); Meditations on Divine Names (2012), Grateful Conversations (2018, co-edited with Kathi Stafford), We Are Here: Village Poets Anthology (2020, co-edited with Marlene Hitt), and Crystal Fire. Poems of Joy and Wisdom (2022).  Her most recent poetry book, Paderewski Essays and Poems features 53 English-language poems about pianist, composer, statesman and philanthropist, Ignacy Jan Paderewski (1860-1941) written in 1890-2018 in England, Scotland, Ireland, Australia and the U.S. The book also presents four essays by Dr. Trochimczyk about Paderewski's changing poetic image, from an Archangel, to Poland's Savior. 

Her poetry and photographs appeared in numerous journals and anthologies in English and Polish: California Quarterly, Cosmopolitan Review, Magnapoets, Quill and Parchment, Ekphrasis Journal, Edgar Allan Poet Journal, Epiphany Magazine, Lily Literary Review, Loch Raven Review, Lummox Journal, Quill and Parchment, Phantom Seed, Pirene's Fountain, poeticdiversity, Poezja Dzisiaj, Hybrydy, Pisarze.pl, The Sage Trail, The Scream Online, Spectrum and many anthologies, especially those by Haiku Study Group of Southern California. She was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Dr. Trochimczyk is a recipient of PAHA's Creative Arts Prize (2016) for her two poetry books about WWII experience of civilians, Slicing the Bread, and The Rainy Bread. In 2013, she received a medal for the promotion of Polish culture abroad from Poland's Ministry of Culture and Arts, and in 2025, she was honored with the Polonia Award for 25 years of volunteering for Polish American community in California.

As a music historian, Trochimczyk published ten books of music and history research, and hundreds of articles on music, immigration, and Polish culture. She has served as President of CSPS since February 2019 and edited volumes 44:1, 45:3, 46:4, 47:2, 48:1, 49:2, 50:3 and 51:1 of the California Quarterly. She was the President of Helena Modjeska Art & Culture Club for 9.5 years (2010-2012 and 2018-2025) and a member of Polish Institute of Arts and Sciences since 1996, and American Musicological Society since 1992. She served as Board Secretary of the Polish American Historical Association (2010-2020). Since 2008, her small publishing houses, Moonrise Press, issued 38 books of music history studies and poetry by such Californian authors as Ed Rosenthal, Beverly M. Collins, Toti O'Brien, Cindy Rinne, Ella Czajkowska, Christopher Vened, and Konrad Tademar Wilk.

Tompiro Pictograph, Southern New Mexico - Photograph by Margaret Randall



  


Wednesday, April 29, 2026

39th Annual CSPS Poetry Contest, Deadline - June 30, 2026. Judge - Mary Langer Thompson

 

CSPS 39TH ANNUAL CONTEST — DEADLINE 30 JUNE 2026

This contest is open to all poets, whether or not they are members of the CSPS. The Contest is managed by CSPS President, Maja Trochimczyk, and adjudicated by an experienced, published poet who is approved for this roe by the CSPS Board. A different poet is selected to judge the CSPS Poetry Contest each year. The Judge in 2026 is Mary Langer Thompson Ed.D. Poems must be postmarked or uploaded to our website or from March 1st through June 30th. Reading fees for all entries, domestic or international, are $3.00 per poem for members of CSPS and $6.00 per poem for non-members. There is an 80-line (two page) limit for each poem and a limit of 7 poems per poet.

AWARDS:  There are three main prizes that include publication in the California Quarterly, a small  cash prize and a certificate and six to ten Honorary Mentions. Poets winning 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes receive $100, $50 and $25, respectively. Six to ten Honorable Mentions may also be awarded. Winning entries will be announced on our website, blog, and in the CSPS Newsbriefs in September 2025 and published in the fourth issue of the CQ in December 2025The Honorable Mention poems and other submissions are forwarded to the CQ and the Poetry Letter editors for possible inclusion in the subsequent issues. Contest results are posted on our website. 

250th BIRTHDAY PRIZE: :This year, the CSPS Board decided to add a special 250th Birthday Prize for the  best poem celebrating the 250th anniversary of the founding of the United States in 1776.  The prize .consists of a certificate, publication and $76 in cash.


Free Flight, photo by Maja Trochimczyk, Albuquerque, NM, October 2025

SUBMISSION: Please submit unpublished poems, written in English, with 80-line (two-page) limit per poem, with reading fees, using one of two options.  If submitting by mail, send a cover letter with all poet information and a list of submitted poems, one copy of each poem with no poet identification, plus an email or SASE for contest results (only for those poets who do not have an email address), to: 

Maja Trochimczyk, CSPS President & Contest Chair

P.O. Box 4288, Sunland, California 91041-4288

More information: CaliforniaStatePoetrySociety@gmail.com

You may also upload your poems and pay reading fees at our website: www.californiastatepoetrysociety.org, by first registering your account with a password, and then login-in to upload poems and pay the fees. 

If you find it too difficult to register on the website, you may submit your reading fees via PayPal with a note stating  "Annual Contest Reading Fees" with your name and contact information, including State Poetry Society you are a member of, to PayPal account while also emailing the poems to CaliforniaStatePoetrySociety@gmail.com, Please make sure your poems were not published in any format (print or online) prior to submission.


CONTEST JUDGE - MARY LANGER THOMPSON

An award-winning poet and writer who currently lives in the high desert of California where she opened a public school as principal, Mary Langer Thompson was born in Illinois and traveled to California on Route 66.  She credits her bi-weekly critique group with helping her to transition into writing fiction and children’s stories. She has been a secondary English teacher, adjunct professor, and elementary school principal. Thompson is active in the California Writer's Club, High Desert Branch, and was California's Senior Poet Laureate in 2012-13. She won the Jack London Award in 2019, and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2020. She has given poetry and writing workshops in schools, colleges, and prisons. Most recently she was the featured poet, along with Pat Connors, on Saturday Afternoon Poetry.

She edited From Silence to Speech: Women of the Bible Speak Out in 2015, published Poems in Water in 2014 and wrote two children books, How the Blue-Tongued Skink got His Blue Tongue; and The Gull Who Thought He Was Dull, both illustrated by Samantha Kickingbird. She also published several chapbooks.


Butterflies Alive!


"Watch your step!

Butterflies on the path."


I enter the screened garden where

a giant swallowtail hovers near

a blue hibiscus.

A painted lady flutters by.

I long for a cloudless sulphur

to land on me lightly, not

as the world presses.


A girl with hair

in simple cornrows

reads the sign that says

they live for only a week or two.

She confides, "afraid of dying."


I say these butterflies don't seem afraid.

They just want to sip nectar.

She says she's not sure about that.


We watch a mourning cloak briefly

close its wings.

by Mary Langer Thompson

Previously published in Quill and Parchment and Silver Birch


 WINNERS OF THE 2025 ANNUAL POETRY CONTEST 

Contents of California Quarterly Vol. 51, No. 4, Winter 2025, Edited by Bory Thach with Winners of 2025 Annual Contest and Judge's Comments by Robert Hammond Dorsett -










Wednesday, April 22, 2026

CSPS Poetry Letter No. 1, Spring 2026, Part II - Featured Poet Nancy Murphy, Books by Melissa Huff, Charlotte DiGregorio, and Manon Godet

 


In the Second Part of the Poetry Letter No. 1 of 2026, we present Featured Poet Nancy Murphy and three book reviews: ..  The first part, found here, contained winners of Monthly Poetry Contests 2025 selected by Alice Pero.  The illustrations were from the Smithsonian and from the International Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque, New Mexico. October 2025.
~ Maja Trochimczyk, CSPS President


FEATURED POET NANCY MURPHY

Nancy Murphy is a Los Angeles based poet and author of the poetry chapbook, The Space Carved by the Sharpness of Your Absence (Gyroscope Press, December 2022). The poems in this book were described by Pulitzer Prize winning writer Robert Olen Butler as "Pitch perfect and brave in their wisdom." She was a winner in the Aurora Poetry contest in Winter 2020.   Previous poetry publications include SWWIM, Sheila-Na-Gig, glassworks, The Ekphrastic Review, The Baltimore Review, Anacapa Review, Jackdaw Review, and others. Her reviews of other's poetry books have appeared in Cultural  Daily, Life and Legends and other publications. A long-time volunteer with WriteGirl LA, Nancy has mentored teens through writing workshops and in the juvenile detention system.  More at www.nancymurphywriter.com

         

  Barrington Avenue, Near Sunset


You ask now how I once
thought of you?
As if you owned my answer.
I could live forever
listening to the bamboo 
trees whispering
outside my bedroom.
The timbre of your voice 
unhinging me.
Then the path where you never 
saw your shadow.
I felt your heaviness, how 
you scorned yourself.
Jasmine at night, 
a thicket blinking back.
Its perfume floating up,
lingering, 
opening me only 
to leave me broken.
And not just you. 
It happened over and over.
Sometimes so quick 
as to be imagined. 
A moment can be the sum of a life.
Everything you said when you 
touched me
electrified me.  
Hollow space left behind.

Jackdaw Review, Fall 2025
~  Nancy Murphy

          When Love Comes to Town

 

l'll be in the candlelit bath, trying to forget
how I lost my watch that day by letting it slip
into muddy waters as we sat by the edge
of the lake. It was as if I wanted it
to drop. Time is a construct, you said.

When Love comes to town the second time,
he’ll wander the streets looking for me.
But it’s been too long since I fell for that
bleeding heart business. I’ll hurry home,
keys in hand, fingers spread. Women
learn early how anything can be a weapon.

When Love comes to town again,
the last drops of the sapphire day will color
the incoming night sky. The city will darken
like a prison wall. Love will dance
in the loneliness of the empty streets,
pulsate to her own soft soundtrack.
Love is patient, love is kind.

Love, when you come to town the last time,
you’re faceless, timeless, omnipresent.
A little sad too. We’ve often abandoned
you for lust, laziness or hopeless longing.
But nothing compares to Love!
How you warm us like a sun, turn us
toward each other to welcome the dawn.

 Telephone, 2025
~  Nancy Murphy

 


Dimming


Let me tell you about leaving,
how it was almost
easy. Sometimes a mandarin
is so ripe that its skin wants
to be peeled, falls away
as your fingers get close,
pockets of air under the surface

waiting for release. I was ready
like that, open to other
hands, mouths, scents.
I feared being skipped over,
not picked in time. Frostbite.
At first it was a long December
then it was spring

in my step, everyone noticed.
Still I buried a guilt that
I could have done better,
that I had no right
to ripen. I had a secret
tally of faults that I used
against myself like a rainstorm.
I made judges out of accidental
men, took punishment
hungrily.          Until

it was enough. Only then
could I let myself look
back, see how smugly
we walked the streets
of Philadelphia, rapt,
wrapped around each other.
Then baby daughter
mornings in the corner
condo, LA beach sun
streaming in, smells
of talcum. Remember,
I said almost. We were once
a light, he and I.
What did we know
then of dimming?

 SWWIM Every Day, 2022 
~  Nancy Murphy


Sometimes a Wild Saint

               after Tom Hiron, “Sometimes a Wild God”

Sometimes a wild saint will storm in while
            you’re at the stove
searing steaks,
            tapping smoked paprika
                        onto sweet potatoes. She’ll start 
a fire in the blue room, open the best 
Burgundy                    without asking, 
crank up 
the Stones. Sometimes a wild saint
is not exactly
            drunk, (but not undrunk) 
maybe beyond 
drunk like I was
in my twenties after work 
in bars with married co-workers.
I’m not here to confess,            I’ll just say 
I have seen how things can break 
down, how anything can be
forgiven, how miracles are            not 
that rare         really. 
Sometimes a wild saint 
is such a martyr, deadly
serious.           But I’m 
not going to fall
into that deep 
well of belief again, the longing
that follows, all that embarrassment 
            when god doesn’t show up 
                                    in time. 
Sometimes a wild saint 
will remind us that there will be summer 
again, that I will be able to go underwater 
            and feel cool on my entire head 
                        and not even care 
if my hair                      ever 
            dries.

Gyroscope Review, Summer 2021
~  Nancy Murphy




Night Chronicles

-“Verde que te quiero verde,”
(trans. by W.B.Logan: Green, how I want you green) 
from Lorca’s “Romance Sonámbulo” 

If I could remember my dreams,
they would not be verde.

I’m not that kind of girl–
or maybe I don’t care anymore.

I only want what my stars want,
what my sister name asks of the wind.

The way a dirt road defines you. The parallel world of horses
and deer, the yellow moon so close to the horizon tonight.

When particles move faster 
than summer storms, we only see

in half shadow. Some places 
are far from ocean, but there will always 

be watery bodies: eyes, creeks, blood, wine. 

Why are my hands so judgmental? 
Every hair will never find its place. 

When the last inksplats of night 
bleed into dawn, my monsters
 
surface, sleepwalk, chase dreams verde
until they all crash on an empty highway.

~ Nancy Murphy


The 2021 Pantone Color of the Year Was Dual: 
ULTIMATE GRAY + ILLUMINATING


They said it was a marriage of color.
They said it was a message of strength & hopefulness.
They said it’s good to push two shades close together.

               They didn’t say that illumination makes the gray grayer.
               They didn’t say shadows make the sun brighter.
               They didn’t say eventually all paint peels.

                             (They didn’t need to put ultimate in front of gray.)

They never asked what was most valuable to us. They never asked

               how much coverage we needed.

I would have said gray dusk is not uplifting.
I would have said sunlight hurts my eyes after tears.

               I would have said I lied only when I had to.
               To avoid staining my hands, I would have done anything.

                             I never would have dropped that match so close to him.


~ Nancy Murphy
Anacapa Review, 2025




Duende


It’s like Plaza Mayor in Madrid in May
erupting into red flowers for San Isidro.

Like a tree shaped promise shattering in the palm 
of your hands.

Like caramel gelato made from all your childhood tears.

Like blood from your heart spilling all over 
your white sofa. 

Like knowing you should never buy a white sofa 
but will again.

Like hoping the blood never comes out.

Or staying up til dawn to see fireworks on Mars,
then falling asleep right before they start.

Like helping the moon give birth to a sun.

Or playing a grand piano with your lover’s hands.

Like lightning striking the same spot over and over again.

Like talking to God for free on Whatsapp.

Like the last snowflake of your life melting 
in your wine glass.

And the way cool water feels wetter when you’re naked.

Like dining blindfolded in Big Sur and crying because
you have missed so much of what is delicious.

Like eating wild boar ribs with just your eyes. 

Like watching the pink-dusted Taj Mahal move farther 
away when you run towards it. 

Or praying that two stars will collide even if it means
the debris could be deadly.

Like wanting to drown if it meant you could move like that.

Like trying to drown because you can’t and never will.

Like drowning in Moorish cante jondo and palmas as
intricate as the algorithm of lust.

Lost––in the way the dancers ignore the sweat 
on his upper lip, 
the strands of her dark hair that loosen 
from her turnings, dampen her brow. 

The way his bolero jacket is teased on and off 
as her ruffled skirt rises and falls. 

How the Spanish guitar knows all my words for yes.

~ Nancy Murphy
Schuylkill Valley Journal, Fall/Winter 2025

What Is Held

My mother was a woven basket,
carrying warm laundry

from the back hall dryer.
Expanding and narrowing

for whatever we needed—
Towels, oranges, encouragement.

Multicolored stripes crisscrossed
her body like a lifeline that lost

its way home. Sides folding in
on themselves, the ways things fail.

The narrow opening at the top.
Perfect urn for ashes. I didn’t want that

Catholic wake with her cold sleeping
body. But I wasn’t there.

I had my own basket, in it a tiny infant.
When my mother’s basket broke,

I should have gone home, kept her
alive. I’m telling you, I could have.

Her final Instructions—
I should not come back

for the funeral. The funeral.
She knew. What basket holds

that knowing? What a cruel choice
I had: Save mother or daughter.

But my mother decided, fed me
from that last basket of bread.

I only had to swallow
like a baby bird.

 Cultural Daily, June 2025
~ Nancy Murphy




MICHAEL ESCOUBAS REVIEWS A NEW BOOK BY MELISSA HUFF

To Speak to Each Day in Its Own Language by Melissa Huff.  50 Poems ~ 91 pages. Kelsay Books

In July of 2026, I will reach the upper limits of my seventh decade. I find myself musing over this thought: What will I do with my limited time today? Indeed, what will I do with the limited time I have left in life? How shall Ispeak to this day in a language befitting its worth? In his timeless poem, “Sunday Morning,” Wallace Stevens’ protagonist contemplates a perceived tension between religious orthodoxy and the satisfactions offered by the natural world. He writes:

Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measures destined for her soul.

Similarly, Melissa Huff’s exquisite new book, To Speak to Each Day in Its Own Language, reveals her passion for a relationship with the natural world. There is an ongoing dialogue; a poetic relationship is in play. As poet Cristina Norcross has written, “Huff creates garlands of meaning with beautiful imagery and a deep reverence for nature.” To Speak to Each Day is structured into four divisions: I. Talking with Trees; II. Threshold; III. Inhaling Light; and IV. The Calm Embedded in Forward Motion. Stylistically, Huff is full of delightful surprises. I counted more than a dozen variations of indentations, punctuation, italics usage, rhyme, and lineage. Her style coupled with a supersensitive awareness of her surroundings gives voice to a powerful merger between nature and human experience. 

“Honeysuckle” is the lead poem and anchors the whole. In this vividly imagistic poem, Huff returns to early childhood. I get a whiff of aroma in the honeysuckle’s fragrant perfume. I can see her as she “wedges one sneaker / against rough bark” of her favorite “climbing tree.” She and her friend Kim weave yellow and white leaves together making garlands out of them. She muses, “Did I know then / that I would try to intertwine / life’s found materials / with strands of curiosity / that I might create / garlands of meaning? 

“Talking with Trees,” the section’s title poem, reveals 
the nature-spirit merger alluded to above:

In the after-snowfall silence I listen
             to the bare trees of winter,

lean in to hear their wisdom whisper—
             this is the best time

to scan the patterns of your growth,
             decide which branches need pruning,

which offshoots are heading
              in the wrong direction.

The poem continues . . . 

              I will ask these trees how

to stretch my arms wide,
              hold myself up to the sky,

allow the furled layers of my heart
               to unfold like leaves—

I’m captured by Huff’s simplicity of diction. No word is wasted. Her accessibility is remarkable. She wraps her arm around my shoulder in the most natural way, as if to say, Come, step into my world.

And what a world this poet occupies! “Aubade” (from Threshold) describes Huff’s quiet, interaction with a half-moon evening: “a quiet observer on a backdrop of blue / I, too, make no sound / as the warm breeze skims by cheek / ruffles the tufted crest / of a nearby cardinal’s cocked head / the birds have long since begun / their conversations . . . their language is not mine / nor do I have wings to help me catch / a column of air / nor hollow bones to render me / almost weightless.” For those unfamiliar, the word Aubade refers to music or poetry about dawn or to that twilight seam of time just before full light. This is an intense moment of pathos, felt by one who seeks “to claim the whole wide sky / as my terrain”

At the beginning of this review, I noted lines by Wallace Stevens, whose protagonist feels at one with the world conceived as “passions of rain, or moods in falling snow, and unsubdued elations when the forest blooms.” I get an intense sense of this in Huff’s poetry. She is no stranger to “Grievings in loneliness . . . feeling all pleasures and all pains.”

The poem “Wick” addresses such elusive feelings. It speaks of everything slumping within her, “like a wilting hydrangea / in ninety degree heat.” Her whole self “curls inward / like the leaves of a parched dogwood.” As the poem continues the poet knows she must look within to grant herself a “blade of self-kindness.” In meditation she fills the emptiness from “deadwood brown / to a more vibrant hue.” Her life-candle, her “wick” will emerge triumphant once again. 

I was breathless by the time I closed the last page of To Speak to Each Day in Its Own Language, I felt reborn . . . I felt as one might feel when the soul’s kindred spirit has been found.

~ Michael Escoubas



MICHAEL ESCOUBAS REVIEWS GLOBAL POETS…  BY CHARLOTTE DIGREGORIO

Wondrous Instruction and Advice from Global Poets: How to Write and Publish Moving Poems and Books and Publicize Like a Pro by Charlotte Digregorio. 27 Essays supported by Illustrative Poems with Analysis ~ 348 pages: Artful Communicators Press. ISBN: 978-0-9912139-2-4 artfulcommunicators@icloud.com

Global Poets, by internationally acclaimed educator, Charlotte Digregorio, is a seminal work that belongs on every poet’s bookshelf. It is 348 pages of commonsense advice and instruction on how to get things done in the world of writing and publishing. Moreover, Global Poets is a needed work. While there are numerous excellent resources on one or two topics covered by Digregorio, I have yet to encounter a book that comprehensively covers so many areas of interest to poets.

As a novice poet, all I wanted to do was write good poetry. I had no idea that authoring poems was easy compared to marketing my books, finding a publisher, pricing my book, deciding on my target audience, and so much more. I should have had Global Poets in my hands some ten years ago! Digregorio’s subtitle caught my attention from the get-go: How to Write and Publish Moving Poems and Books and Publicize Like a Pro.

Organization & Format. Global Poets is organized by sections supported by chapters. SECTION ONE: The Nuts and Bolts of Poetry, features chapters that define what poetry is, offers tips that help poets develop and refine their writing skills, how to “think” poetically, starting or joining a writer’s critique group, the value of collaborative relationships within the larger world of the arts such as music and art.

SECTION TWO: Wisdom and Heart: The Short Forms of Haiku, Senryu, and Tanka. Chapters in this section define and discuss these important shorter forms, address misconceptions about them, set forth techniques and thought patterns that, if followed, will yield memorable, if not, life-changing haiku and senryu. Digregorio serves poets and readers alike in the chapter “Writing as Therapy.”

SECTION THREE: Thrive as an Author. Chapter highlights include: Can Authors Earn a Living at Poetry? Nuts and bolts issues get into the weeds of selecting a great title, publishing options, how to organize your book as an attractive product for publication, making contacts with potential publishers, developing PR and other promotional skills, and tips on reaching the maxim number of people with your poetry. In all there are ten chapters within section three, all of which offer practical ideas to achieve success in writing.

Practical Application. Among the most informative and interesting features of Global Poets occurs in Chapter One, subtitled “Elements of Poetry.” Here, Digregorio critiques ten examples of good poetry. These critiques offer insights into how an editor’s mind works. What do editors look for? What poetic devices need to appear in a poem, so an editor knows that “this poet has studied his or her craft. I offer “The Wolf,” by Jennifer Dotson, along with Digregorio’s incisive commentary:

The Wolf

by Jennifer Dotson

The wolf caught me by surprise
sniffing outside my door.
I cut coupons and buy bulk,
I protested.

The wolf rang the bell with his slender paw.
I heard his hunger scratching my screen door.
Fairytales forgotten, I let him in.
I didn’t want to be rude.

He sprawled upon the sofa shedding
grey fur on green cushions.
The pantry was bare, the fridge empty.
I offered a platter stacked with junk mail.
Credit card bargains with Lowest Rates Ever!
Catalogs pushing Sheets and shoes and shorts.
Glowing gold eyes sparked shivers
as he rested his head upon my lap.
No thank you, he smiled toothily.
I’m on a low-carb, high-protein diet.

DiGregorio’s commentary:  Dotson’s amusing poem evokes the image of a bord homemaker, letting her imagination loose. It’s a relatable one of universality, of one leading a mundane, domestic life, buried in junk mail and catalogs, behind in chores, grocery shopping, and lacking stimulation from the outside world. Dotson unleashes her creative mind to personify the wolf with zany communication occurring between them. We enjoy the poet’s style with her array of expressive verbs, including those in the lines: I heard his hunger scratching my screen door and Glowing gold eyes sparked shivers. Further, “heard his hunger” is an example of synesthesia, using, in this case, the sense of sound instead of sight to describe the scene, the latter as one would typically expect. We would think of seeing the strong jaws of the wolf, ready to bite into food.
   
Dotson’s advice to poets is: “Keep a notebook for your ideas: possible themes, phrases that bounce in your head, words that you like. This will help you when you want to write but are struggling with what to do.” Further, she suggests: “In this notebook, write down favorite lines from poems. This can be a great springboard into your writing—a response to another poet’s writing.”

This reviewer’s work has been published hundreds of times. I still find in Charlotte Digregorio’s Global Poets, nuggets of wisdom and novel resources for improving my writing. Best of all, Degregorio’s engaging humor never fails to produce in me, a fresh harvest of motivation.

~ Michael Escoubas


ANTHONY SMITH REVIEWS THE SKIN BY MANON GODET

Godet Manon: The Skin, Literary Waves Publishing, London: 2025, 112 p. ISBN: 9798278465386

An abused young girl is found in the street and taken to safety. Slowly, over the years, she heals. That’s the story of ‘Please Touch’ the first and longest poem in this collection. However, we only come to find this out slowly ourselves. We first feel intensely the pain of her abuse and suffering. Her skin tells the story. It has been invaded, entered cruelly and she is left almost lifeless, without understanding, her blood turned black; her world has lost its colour. She is joined by another, another abused one. It seems at first that, although now sheltered, they are still visited by those who have abused them or are these ‘just’ the memories of their abuse, memories that their skins retain but their minds cannot yet handle?

This all takes place in a ‘theatre’, presumably the place where they have been sheltered, the home of Jaime who rescued them. A home that had once known love, the love of Jaime and Aline Aimee who has died but a love that had wonderfully rescued Aline Aimee once she gave in to his love and left her fears and allowed their two bodies, their two skins, to become one. Again, the stories come together slowly. As readers we feel the pain and the pleasures ourselves before we begin to understand the different characters on the ‘stage’. It all ends well, beautifully, as the two girls (or is it one?) leave their ‘prison’ and enter a world of healing, of colours and the openness of the sea, finding strength and finding themselves.

But then in ‘Take me Home’ we enter a different world or rather the same one, the same heightened physicality, but with different characters. Girls again, young girls, girls abandoned, living together in a dormitory and then remembered as we go with the narrator to a later time, a time of regret, a yellowing. The story is harder to put together now. And there is horror on the way – a self-administered abortion with a metal hanger – and there is the sea again at the end with colours and an acceptance of self but it is all very strange.

Finally, with ‘Lavender’ what seems like a straightforward love poem. I conclude by being confused! This is what I have made of these poems. What will you make of them? 

They need to be read again and again. To be felt in their immediacy. Maybe our skins tell one story, our hearts and heads another – hence the confusion!
               
 February 2026
Anthony Smith (U.K.)

Anthony Smith is a poet and retired secondary school English teacher. He grew up in eastern England and, after graduating from university, spent several years volunteering in Afghanistan in the early 1970s. He spent most of his time teaching English at various schools in west London, where he taught refugees and newly arrived secondary school students. He travelled around Afghanistan and then returned to England by land. After retiring, he made another overland journey, this time further north, from Uzbekistan to his home. He is the author of the poetry collections Remembering and Stopping Places, published in the UK. Many of these poems and prose pieces were written during these two journeys, and some are the result of themes suggested by the local Acton Poets group.

Balloon photos by Maja Trochimczyk from International Balloon Fiesta, Albuquerque, NM, Oct 2025.