Contents
Editors Note
“Impression” by Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum
(Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge—Poetry)
“Nightshade” by Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum
(3Elements Literary Review—Poetry)
“Envy” by Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum
(Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge—Poetry)
“One Two Three” by Katie Kemple
(3Elements Literary Review—Poetry)
“Cardinal” by Katie Kemple
(Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge—Poetry)
“Shoulder Aflame” by Jordan Trethewey
(Visual Verse—Poetry)
“Not Your Gibson Girl” by Jordan Trethewey
(Visual Verse—Poetry)
“There are waves, even in neglected ones” by Saptarshi Bhowmick
(Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge—Poetry)
“The Violet Hour” by KB Ballentine
(3Elements—Poetry)
“After the Voyage” by Jonathan Chan
(Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge—Poetry)
“As if the whole sum of a character’s personality is expressed by the way he does violence” by C. Massar
(Notebooking Daily—Micro Prose)
“Astro-naut (a mission accomplished in theory?)” by Vicki Miko
(Rattlecast Prompt—Poetry)
Our First Ekphrastic ‘Contest’: Cherynobl
“Impression” by Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum
Impression
This is my early, untrained impression:
The silos have been empty for some time.
Dusk falls sullenly on this gray estate
as famine extends its talons westward.
The silos have been empty for some time.
The rich and oblivious gorge themselves
as famine extends its talons upward,
trying to grasp their corporate ankles.
The rich and oblivious gorge themselves
on the fruit of the lower classes, who
are fasting for the corporate moguls.
Abandoned by its once loving master,
the fruit of the field turns to ashes, while
dusk falls sullenly on this gray estate,
abandoned by its once loving master.
This is my early, untrained impression.
“Nightshade” by Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum
Nightshade
tell me:
are you the twining kind
tendrils crawling over
my brick-wall skin
searching for an opening
or the witch’s surfeit
belladonna
seducing her way in —
poison disguised as beauty
that soothes the truth of death
unless
you are the nigrum
here to convulse the body with fear
flowing black through my veins
chambered with rounds
upon rounds
of petaled confetti
to celebrate a swift demise
tell me:
are you the bitter berry
come to take my leaf?
“Envy” by Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum
Envy
oh to be you:
ankle deep in resistance
eyes unflinching
feathers unruffled
by the hovering opposition
and its rattling rejection —
or is it warning?
never mind.
wherever Pessimism’s black feet
touch down
you’ll not falter
at the first blush of failure —
competition and tradition
be damned.
oh to be you:
unflappable and erect
in confident contemplation
of your future —
all silver linings
and golden outlooks
on blue horizons without end.
by Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum
Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum is a writer and teacher from Wasilla, Alaska. She has published several books through her company, Red Sweater Press, and has work featured in Alaska Women Speak, CIRQUE, The Ekphrastic Review, and Verse-Virtual, in addition to other literary journals. She currently serves on the Alaska Writers Guild Board of Directors. Learn more at caitbuxbaum.com.
On these pieces
“Impression” was sparked by the image “The Old Paper Mill” by Denise Sedor which was the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge for June 2020.
“Nightshade” was sparked by the prompt for 3Elements Literary Review Issue 30: Chamber, Nightshade, Confetti.
“Envy” was sparked by the image “Leaping Crane” by Kim Sosin which was the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge for November 2020.
NEXT PIECE: “One Two Three” by Katie Kemple
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“One Two Three” by Katie Kemple
One Two Three
We moved to a Loop, not a Street,
time here cyclical, six-six, three-three
the numbers in our address repeat
the way my mother was sixty-three
and I was thirty-six, when she departed
and became a ghost mother to me.
Six months after, we left Virginia
for California, where hibiscus grows
outside year-round, and not only
in my mother’s bathroom, a hefty
pot that gave bright orange and pink
near the sink in the dead of winter.
Gray tree limbs guarded our view
from the windows of her final hospital
room. Where am I in this Loop?
Mother to my girls, ghost-nurtured
by her. Put the recyclables out
in a bin on the curb. We live at six-six
three-three, a waltz around cement,
merrily. One two three, One two
three, one two three. My youngest
twirls to it naturally. I calculate
pirouettes in our bathroom.
No windows, no hibiscus. My petals
spread easily, I loop around myself,
my mom, my girls. One two three,
one too soon—
“Cardinal” by Katie Kemple
Cardinal
If you wear red
in the mist
you will own
the bird feeder.
Chickadees
and jays take
flight at the
sight of you.
Cardinal red
is a carnal red
is a dress
that kills.
The mist takes
your face,
devours your
clavicle.
All that’s
left is a wing—
quick flick
of color.
The soft grey
air clings
to every
last leaf—
but yours
is
gone.
by Katie Kemple
Katie Kemple (she/her) writes poetry most days. She grew up in the Shawangunks of New York. Her work has been published recently in Stickman Review, Olney Magazine, Rising Phoenix Review, Lucky Jefferson, and Dwelling.
On these pieces
“One Two Three”
The words in the 3Elements Review prompt “Ghost, Loop, Hibiscus” inspired “One Two Three” and arrived with meaning already baked into them. For years, my mother nursed a potted “hibiscus” in her light-filled bathroom in New York. Shortly after her death, I moved to
San Diego where hibiscus plants grow outside. Our family settled into a home on a “loop,” with an address that mimics the ages my mother and I were when she died (63/36). The concept of threes turned the poem into a waltz (which also loops), with a new generation of dancers, and a new bathroom of petals. Her “ghost” has managed to travel with me.
“Cardinal”
Susy Kamber’s gorgeous artwork “Into Thee” (Rattle, March 2021 Ekphrastic challenge) inspired “Cardinal.” The soft muted colors in Kamber’s work transported me back to upstate New York in mud-drenched March, and the itchy woolen blankets I would bury myself under as a child watching my father’s bird feeder. To me the figure in Kamber’s piece screams cardinal. Flashy, mysterious, elegant, strong. At the same time, there’s this disappearing act in the image, and March itself—a melting, a transition from what is bold and hard, into
softness. There’s a bit of ambiguity in the art that I admire, too. We don’t see the figure’s face. A woman, a man? We might guess at a gender, but we might be wrong. A male cardinal is bright red, but who wouldn’t want to inhabit that color, to be that bold, that
beautiful—even if just for a season.
“One Two Three” was sparked by the prompt for 3Elements Issue 29: Loop, Ghost, Hibiscus.
“Cardinal” was sparked by the image “Into Thee” by Susy Kamber. which was the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge for March 2021.
NEXT PIECE: “Shoulder Aflame” by Jordan Trethewey
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“Shoulder Aflame” by Jordan Trethewey
Shoulder Aflame
I conjure her
from fertile seeds dropped
beneath the willow tree in Spring.
Insubstantial, she wavers,
unable to become corporeal.
Weight of burden sets
my shoulder aflame.
Balloon skull softly lists right,
molecules break down.
A fertile ability for regeneration
dissipates.
All is rot—leaving
nothing more than a gangster
in cheap Yankee pinstripes
coveting a blood diamond ring.
I walk the Earth
in discontent—swamp ferns
all that spring forth.
“Not Your Gibson Girl” by Jordan Trethewey
Not Your Gibson Girl
One day The Artist woke up—
realized a thousand American girls
could not be depicted by composite.
His yellowed, archival beauties,
culled from prior voluptuous and fragile idealizations,
only offered hair piled high atop S-curves.
I began to appear everywhere:
college, workplace, political rallies—the bedroom;
not simply cycling through Central Park
in a swan-bill corset, and elegant dress.
The Artist understood
beauty can co-exist with brains.
A New Woman needs new clothes
in which to examine comical little men
under a microscope,
and pockets for her cigarettes.
by Jordan Trethewey
Jordan Trethewey is the author of four books of poetry, including “Spirits for Sale” (2019), and the forthcoming collection, “Unexpected Mergers” (both from Pski’s Porch Publishing). He lives In Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada, with his wife Tina, son Noah, and daughter Izzy. By day, Jordan works for Bell Media Radio as a creative writer. His poetry, fiction, and non-fiction inhabits on-line publications such as Ariel Chart, Burning House Press, Visual Verse, Carpe Arte Journal, Fishbowl Press, The Blue Nib, Red Fez, Anti-Heron Chic, Sheila-Na Gig Editions, Drunk Monkeys, Terror House Magazine, Jerry Jazz Musician, Fudoki, and Spillwords. Jordan is an editor at redfez.net, and openartsforum.com. His poetry is translated in Vietnamese and Farsi. To see more of his work, please visit: http://jordantretheweywriter.wordpress.com.
On these pieces
From the author: In terms of saying something about the prompt…there isn’t much to tell, other than that I let my mind grab onto a small detail within the image, then start writing automatically…allowing my mind freedom to make interesting connections. I try to not listen to my inner critic until I stop typing. Then I revise.
“Shoulder Aflame” was sparked by the prompt for Visual Verse VOL. 06 CHAPTER 08.
“Not Your Gibson Girl” was sparked by the prompt for Visual Verse VOL. 07 CHAPTER 03.
NEXT PIECE: “Shoulder Aflame” by Jordan Trethewey
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“There are waves, even in neglected ones” by Saptarshi Bhowmick
There are waves, even in neglected ones
It is not the water that respects the bucket,
or else our society would blow up one day.
The periphery responds to the call of nature
when little waves try to conclude the impact,
and we were persuaded like a million molecules
that sink beneath the surface of water.
You, me and all, the abandoned bucket crawls_
I remember it was a paint bucket,
neglected for a couple of months or so.
Today in the morning when I was taking a sip
of that dark coffee, richly blended in my cup
(You know the aristocracy we enjoy),
I noticed the capillary wave, from center to body
and that golden apparition welcomed by sunlight
aspired me to tell its story_
by Saptarshi Bhowmick
Saptarshi Bhowmick is a thinker in his twenties, currently lives in Berhampore, India. Locally he is famous for his bilingual poems and Internationally he has been published before. He came from a region where writing is considered a symptom of lethargy. But he strives to hold his pen and wrote a significant number of poems. If you take a little time in considering his poems, you will understand what his poems truly speak.(Previously Published in The Rainbow Poems, UK’s Remembrance Edition, Tofu Ink Arts Press Spring Edition, Finalist of the Bipoc Issue of Wingless Dreamers)
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On this piece:
When I first came in contact with Danny Mask’s piece from Rattle Ekphrastic challenge. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of negligence in me. it started to draw my emotions to express those things that seldom got the chance to be appreciated. All the readers who are reading this poem, I think, will retaliate this notion of mine.
“There are waves, even in neglected ones” was sparked by the image “Bucket” by Danny Mask which was the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge for January 2021.
NEXT PIECE: “The Violet Hour” by KB Ballentine
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“The Violet Hour” by KB Ballentine
The Violet Hour
Silver rain stitches the distance,
lavender fog glacier-moving across the morning,
trees and shrubs vague, ghost-like.
Though redbuds and cherry blossoms color
the woods, I can’t see it. The last of winter’s
logs warm the hearth. I hesitate, torn
between staying in or stirring outside,
smidgens of mist breathing my skin.
Beyond the hazel wood, fairy pools call,
small waterfalls a beacon for the lost, the lonely.
I am mesmerized by the thought of diving under,
bubbles of air enclosing, eclipsing my view –
like looking out this window,
waiting.
by KB Ballentine
KB Ballentine’s seventh collection, Edge of the Echo, launched May of 2021 with Iris Press. Her earlier books can be found with Blue Light Press, Middle Creek Publishing, and Celtic Cat Publishing. Published in Crab Orchard Review and Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, among others, her work also appears in anthologies including Pandemic Evolution (2021), In Plein Air (2017) and Carrying the Branch: Poets in Search of Peace (2017). Learn more at www.kbballentine.com..
On this piece:
“The Violet Hour” was sparked by the prompt for 3Element Literary Review’s upcoming issue (Beacon, Stitch, Glacier).
NEXT PIECE: “After the Voyage” by Jonathan Chan
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“After the Voyage” by Jonathan Chan
after the voyage
‘In the deep horizon
of my word, I have a moon,
a bird’s sustenance, and an immortal olive tree.’
-Mahmoud Darwish
abreast, across the gulf of
teal, a darker patch of
ocean, his gaze stretches
empty, orange leaf and
twig rolled between lips that
have turned grey, mind lost
in the crash and swell of
Turkish blue. how it swallows all
that lies beneath a collar,
breath just above the clavicle.
there, a cracked, dry leaf
floats into view, shadow cast
on quiet waters. beyond, he
seems to see the shape of a
bird, varicose like crinkled
paper, a blur across the
memory of two faces, both
his and not, their pupils
obscured like a wordless
pleading. he whistles a kind of elegy
across the crossed expanse, the
absent fondness for an
uncovered kiss, rolling in the azure
peals of distance.
by Jonathan Chan
Jonathan Chan is a writer, editor, and graduate of the University of Cambridge. Born in New York to a Malaysian father and South Korean mother, he was raised in Singapore, where he is presently based. He is interested in questions of faith, identity, and creative expression. He has recently been moved by the writing of Ocean Vuong, Debjani Chatterjee, and Henri Nouwen.
On this piece:
“after the voyage” was sparked by the image “Contradictions of Being” by Neena Sethia. which was the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge for May 2021.
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“As if the whole sum of a character’s personality is expressed by the way he does violence” by C. Massar
As if the whole sum of a character’s personality is expressed by the way he does violence
we fought almost every Friday for two years—after he got back from juvy. He was older by a few years, always angry at the path of least resistance. Once or twice a week it was my turn. After he got drafted I learned how to properly block a left hook, his go-to. Like father like son.
With the triangle of his folded flag on the mantle, dad dared demand I enlist.
Six stars watched my left wrist lift his incoming elbow from its path—and I’d always been good with my right.
by C. Massar
C. Massar is the author of two science fiction books and knows a thing or two about installing windows. He lives outside of Topeka with three cats and the mule Ted.
On this piece:
This piece was sparked by the prompt for Notebooking Daily‘s 2021 Writing Exercise Series #152: Erasing Roger Ebert 30 “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret Of The Ooze” from 6/1/21.
NEXT PIECE: ““Astro-naut (a mission accomplished in theory?)” by Vicki Miko
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“Astro-naut (a mission accomplished in theory?)” by Vicki Miko
Astro-naut (a mission accomplished in theory?)
In the foamy firmament above the mattress mass next to the nightstand,
the appointed crew swarms in their random entropic lightship. The Boson nightshift crew is on a secret search mission to eradicate the various astro-nauts: the astromites, nautcrawlers, lintjumpers, and dead arachnids.
Armed with their Electronit-seeker equipment, the Bosons quickly
ally with a Lepton vacuum cleaner, a standard model, guaranteed to suck up
anything from sock pills, web festers, to pocket spinning neutrinos. The Bosons can easily view the vacuum’s searchlight: its lasered filament pulse strikes dead-on any foes’ tronic-matter.
Approaching the Karman fault line, the Boson crew defines their calculated split, where recondite astro-nauts begin to scatter, dive, and flatten at the sight of the dreaded looming Lepton’s nozzle.
The manic astro-nauts try to escape the crew’s frantic yet nebulous entanglement. Myriad muons and taus attract and coalesce and stick-thick in the Boson’s glue. The infused Electronit-seeker, dull-jumps, zings, and wobbles across the floorboards in a mission to confuse and propel the astro-nauts toward the brush-sweeper magnetosphere.
In theory, the Boson nightshift crew versus the astro-nauts, exist to seep into collider frequencies; where they both flit in and flit out of existence before the dreaded vacuum cleaner nozzle sucks them all into another black hole.
by Vicki Miko
Vicki Miko is a retired television and multimedia producer. She is a published illustrator, photographer, and poet. Inspiration comes from her patient humoring husband, and living and hiking in California.
Website: http://www.vickimiko.com/
On this piece:
I love the unknown. Reduction, probability, random thoughts, things like that. I love theories plus all the words and meanings associated with theories. Although the holes in my knowledge about those meanings is quite vast. Not everything can be reduced to an equation but we humans keep on trying. My poem was my study of the unknown. Dust balls under the bed, a piece of me!?
This piece was sparked by the prompt for Rattlecast #72 with Amy Miller (prompt is to: Write a poem titled “Astronaut.” Avoid using the words space, spaceship, stars, moon, rocket, planet).
NEXT PIECE: OUR FIRST EKPHRASTIC CHALLENGE: CHERYNOBL
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OUR FIRST EKPHRASTIC ‘CONTEST’: CHERNOBYL
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Our pitch for the donation: $2.50 of this will go to journal operations (paying authors) and the rest will be added to the prize total for this little contest. Any donations over $5 will be acknowledged with a ‘thank you’ alongside the contest winner in the Fall issue.
Prize: The winning piece will receive $25+ via Paypal (donations will boost this number, a final prize amount will be announced on Notebooking Daily shortly after the deadline, and the winner published in the October ‘Fall’ issue). All pieces will be considered for publication in Sparked.
Deadline: 9/15
Genres: Fiction (up to 2 pieces*) or Poetry (up to 3 pieces*).
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Poetry Length Restrictions: 80 lines or fewer.
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Editor’s Note:
This past year and a half have been a crazy ride. Of course, the ride continues, but it also changes. Not to get too deep into personal business, but I recently accepted a job across the country so Sparked is taking a quick breather, and shifting gears slightly once more into a quarterly journal with the Fall issue coming out in the beginning of October. I’ve already accepted a piece for that issue, and submissions will continue uninterrupted, so that’s good! But onto the important stuff, this issue! It’s the biggest yet, and we have quite the variety again! While Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge continues to be our biggest draw, we’ve pulled in a few new ‘prompting partners’ this issue with Visual Poetry and Rattlecast (Timothy Green, we just can’t quit you!) We have some familiar faces, some brand new ones, a mix of the personal the surreal, the sciencey and the gritty. And lots of great imagery!
Keep up the prompt-writing and keep sending those pieces that come out great to your favorite journals! And, you know, us.
Keep sparking your creativity with writing prompts!