by Daniel Miess
I touch a mist-sculpture
trace the outline
I wish for paradise
bound by gravity
I wake from memories
touch phantoms
Gray lines reach
I lose a leaf
I exhale
my breath disappears
My heart cleaves
to the scarce light
My name is written
on cold glass
Daniel Miess is a graduate student at Chapman University, pursuing a Master of Arts in English and a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. He graduated summa cum laude from New England College in May 2016. His work has been published in the Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Henniker Review, Anastamos (The Library edition), Harbinger Asylum, and The Mud Chronicles: A New England Anthology. He recently moved to Orange, California. He grew up in New Jersey, and has lived in Long Beach, California; Jay and Auburn in Maine; as well as Lebanon and Concord in New Hampshire. He lives with his husband of six years, Kelly.
Jeffrey C. Dickler, a native of Brooklyn, New York, was transplanted to the Midwest after his formative years. His love of the outdoors grew from summers at his grandfather’s Camp Iroquois on Frost Pond in Jaffrey, New Hampshire. By age four he already had hiked to the peak of Mount Monadnock. Later family trips to the American Southwest and National Parks cemented his love of exploring nature with a pack on his back and camera in hand. In 2017 he retired to the Monadnock region. He lives with his wife, Deni, and their four-legged companion, Willy Waggins, in Rindge, New Hampshire.
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