Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope
Poetry from Mahbub
Melody
The world itself a melody
where every instrument is playing with music
we sing together, we dance together
we laugh together, cry together,
die together, born together,
enjoy the whole item of beauty
with a melody that is going on always among us
proud of our birth
always hand in hand a splash of water
try to fly in the brown sky
time after time
run after the wave of the ocean
we wander on the grass, ponder over things
break the heart again built
stand together
fall dividing
all are fixed as if from long day and night
circling the ground there is a harmony
to bend on each other
to cross the unparalleled
beats the drum more loudly
that weaves the heart into melody.
Poetry from Nancy Schluntz
Earth Speaks
The day the earthquake struck
We danced with the moving earth,
Unaware that a short distance away
Lives were lost,
Buildings crumbled,
Cars crushed,
Roads buckled,
And the earth tore herself open.
Poetry from J.D. DeHart
Sucrose
Published at Poet Community
Sickly sweet
the swirl of today’s news
sitting on my empty
stomach. Syrupy
on my lips and on
the roof of my mouth.
An ideal that when tasted
does not blend so well,
overstaying its welcome.
Sucked through a straw,
then spat back out,
better left roadside alone.
Poetry from Stella Pfahler
God’s Square Mile
I imagined you struck by lightning, paralyzed and hanging in the air or above my bedside
isaiah 58:11 reading beneath you
I wanted to write you into verse psalm after psalm say it back to me echo like Presider: Congregation:
there is nothing like touch in electricity your hands
in water beneath a tall black sky
brushstrokes simmering beneath skin draw me a riverside, blanketed in peaks considering the largeness on each side
and the smallness in the middle
you sheared the plastic off a car door handle with closecut careful nails and murmured “cows” at every intersection whenever they appeared
Creative nonfiction from Doug Hawley
I Won’t Take Manhattan
Not that Manhattan, the Big Apple, Bright Lights Big City, this is the little apple, dim lights, little city in Kansas.
I ended up there after my third year of a math Ph.D. program at the University of Oregon in Eugene. I didn’t care for Eugene, and I was a poor Ph.D. candidate. When not studying, I spent my time drinking, consuming a controlled substance, getting fat and hanging out with other unmarried male graduate students. It was an unpleasant life of my own making.
My thesis advisor decided to take a job at Kansas State University in Manhattan, Kansas. I didn’t think that anyone else in the department would take me as a student, so I decided to go with him despite the Kansas horror stories. Oregon has mountains, trees, lakes and canyons, but Kansas not so much. Another four of his students also followed him.


