Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


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The Present


The Future is like God: he’s always coming―
and does get Awfully close―but cannot
in spite of All he’s yielding to the Past,
ever growing enormous at his cost.

But the Future, if still shrinking, is still an ocean
and still the expectation of the Present,
which, since we have been limited to forms
like bodies, love and poetry, grows tawdry

as a wizening skin, a waning flame, a rhyme,
new but once―wanting, therefore, to be wrapped
in a festive box, bright paper, and a bow
as intriguing as existence, that the Future

want to accept and open, again and again and again,
the offering of what’s here, of who we are.

 

Widely published on both sides of the Atlantic, James B. Nicola has several poetry awards and nominations to his credit, with recent poems in the Southwest, Atlanta, and Lullwater Reviews as well as in Redheaded Stepchild. His nonfiction book Playing the Audience won a Choice award. His first full-length poetry collection, Manhattan Plaza, has just been released; his second, Stage to Page: Poems from the Theater, will be out in 2016. More at sites.google.com/site/jamesbnicola.

 

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