Poetry Summer 2019
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Cover Antoine Petitteville
Laura Apol
Easter Morning
& other poems
Taylor Dibble
A Masterpiece in Progress
& other poems
Julia Roth
Lessons From My Menstrual Cup
& other poems
Jamie Ross
Ceaseless Wind. The Drying Sheaves
& other poems
Nicole Yackley
Mea Culpa
& other poems
George Longenecker
I’m sentimental for the Paleolithic
& other poems
Taylor Gardner
Short Observations by Angels
& other poems
Greg Tuleja
No Thomas Hardy
& other poems
Joanne Monte
War Casualties
& other poems
Nathaniel Cairney
Potato Harvest
& other poems
Steven Dale Davison
Wordsmouth Harbor Founder
& other poems
Heather 'Byrd' Roberts
How I Named Her
& other poems
Greenheart
sunny ex
& other poems
Ashton Vaughn
Through the Valley of Mount Chimaera
& other poems
Linda Speckhals
Borderlands
& other poems
Lucy Griffith
Breathing Room
& other poems
Steven Valentine
Written
& other poems
Emily Varvel
B is for Boys and G is for Guys
& other poems
Jhazalyn Prince
Priceless Body
& other poems
Marte Stuart
Generation Snowflake
& other poems
S.J. Enloe
Kale Soup
& other poems
Meghan Dunsmuir
Our Path
& other poems
Greenheart
i can see you even when you are hiding
even when your bulky sweater covers your ribs
and your leggings cover the fine sleek scabs
on your thighs
and your sunglasses shield the broken vessels of blood
that pool around your eyes
holding a memorial for your heart
like old friends gathered in a graveyard
talk to me
open your mouth like a chimney flue
and let the smoke roll out
i will not move my body away from your side
until the raging fire turns to ash
and when it does
i will collect the ash on my fingers
and put on you a new mark
and whisper in your ear all the ways in which
you are rising up
until i see your soul is peeking out
of your body
like sunlight
through the opening
of springs gray clouds
when i die
and no one
looks at you
the way i did
and no one sits
in the darkness
and listens
to your stories anymore
and you lay still
and feel
and wonder
who will mirror
my existence
who will remind
me i am still alive
who will beam love
upon me as i sleep
who will take
my hand when
the shadows melt
one into another
and all becomes
black and fear
when i die
and you miss me
and the candle dancing
on the nightstand
melts your emotions down
to waxy tears
and all you want
to do is hear
my voice
whisper to you
like sips of hot soup
restoring you once again
to health
when i am gone
and these hands
that have held you well
are scattered upon
wave and field
and no longer are fused
into five magic wands
casting spells of comfort
upon all you aching parts
and you are sick
with grief
and pain finds a way
into every nerve and pore
and no drink can comfort the separation
it is here you will
find me
for it is here
in the sorrow
i will wait
left to live on earth without you
close the door behind you
keep the robbers aways
the ones who steal my confidence
and the ones who steal your attention
lights off nothing on
only our energy in this dark space
all colors gone
illusions melted down
harsh lines blended together
like you and me
full moon and cloudless sky
someone wants to be noticed it seems
the crack in our curtains creates a beam of light
softly falling across our body
a silver band that molds around every curve
keeping promises
staying true
june full moon
maple is wearing her red satin nighty
in broad daylight again
swaying her shoulders and hips
enjoying being enjoyed
wind came and swept her up in just the right spot
she giggled
hiding nothing
it seems she has forgotten her sprouting phase
and her brittle exposure in winter
i wonder if she even remembers herself
before her red satin nighty
captured craved attention
false confidence
like the shy stars
i too
come out slowly
waiting for stillness
and silence
waiting for intimacy
and wonder
i am not interested
in a love that
drowns me out anymore
i am tired of
disappearing in all
their glory
i want a love
that draws me out
and bears witness
to my subtle existence
connecting my dots
and celebrating
the beautiful constellation
that symbolizes
all i am
and
all i am yet to be
sunny ex
The poet 
Greenheart is known for her emotional work of stringing together words and feelings for the world to enjoy. She lives in MN and has learned to use the seasons there as springboards for inspiration. Her IG handle is greenheart .