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 Frank