dead man       dear dead more than one      dear dead bouquet

my own death in all your faces      dear gone away

the radio scribbles out the silence      silence erases the sound   no answer is an answer


what do I want to say to you now that your time and my chance are past

no matter      this page will be you      will do

dear ear wish you were here

this circle is want

mama papa gone away      come again another day

want      only the sound of the wind


Ditta Baron Hoeber is an artist as well as a poet.  Her poems have been published in a number of magazines including Noon, Gargoyle, the American Journal of Poetry, Juxtaprose, Pank, the American Poetry Review and Contemporary American Voices. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and her first book, Without You: A Poem And A Preface is forthcoming in 2023. Her photographs, drawings and book works have been exhibited nationally and have been acquired by several collections both in the US and in the UK. More of her work can be seen at

Risen Roses

For Maggie


These roses always rose from their roots—

but thorns—rootstock and scion—still carve flesh

and only thrive on a diet of blood.

Each spring we planted Peace. It came up blood.

Grandma damned the thorns and swore

these roses always rose from their roots.

Last spring, I laid Peace in the Earth—

She’s been fleeing the Nazis since 1939.

Nazi and rose throve on a diet of blood.

This September, zombie Heinrich Himmler came for her.

I pressed his flesh and bones into the Earth—

These Nazis always rose from their roots—

giving strange roses—red and yellowblack and white

just thorns, really—but, enough to kill Grandma—

poisoned peaceless by a diet of blood—

I placed her in the earth too. Blood in blood—

Peace—failed xenograft—more zombies at the door—

these Nazis always rose from their roots.


      b l o o d







                                                       we all fall



Joshua St. Claire

Joshua St. Claire is an accountant who works as a corporate controller in rural Pennsylvania. His poetry has been published in Mayfly, The Delmarva Review, ubu., and The Ghost City Review, among others. He is Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee. His work was included in the 2022 Dwarf Stars Anthology, and he is the winner of the 2022 Gerald Brady Memorial Senryu Award.

The Truly Dead

I was sure the long-abused-
by-climate bougainvillea dead
after years of pink tissue-paper blossoms
each winter, branches seeking light against
cold window glass in its corner. This year
all, all leaves were alitter on the floor
and the branches turned to brittle sticks.
My daughter begged a reprieve
with one more try, moving it from where
its waterings drained down to the soil
of a geranium, which lapped liquid up
and blooms. We added soil and planted
the stickety sticks that were left
into a bigger, water tight pot to keep
the draining moisture available, found a place
to catch a little sun without thorny branches
scratching stray passersby. Now tiny and
the silkiest of leaves appear,
thin slips of green,
fragile … tentative. They seem
so unlikely that I find it hard to believe
in them. I finger them in passing, touch
slender promise and  remember all all
of the unlikely salvations strewn down
my many years … and again hope.

Carol Hamilton

Carol Hamilton has retired from teaching 2nd grade through graduate school in Connecticut, Indiana and Oklahoma, from storytelling and volunteer medical translating. She is a former Poet Laureate of Oklahoma and has published 19 books and chapbooks: children’s novels, legends and poetry. She has been nominated ten times for a Pushcart Prize. She has won a Southwest Book Award, Oklahoma Book Award, David Ray Poetry Prize, Byline Magazine literary awards in both short story and poetry, Warren Keith Poetry Award, Pegasus Award and a Chiron Review Chapbook Award.

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