“Don’t Let Fear Put Your Dreams to Sleep.”
Stevie Wonder
Welcome to the Fall 2022 Issue #11 of Lightwood. We’ve had to plod our way through a lot of challenges over the last three months: Environmental, Political, Social and Economic. And now we’re here in the Fall (or Spring) season, and it’s time to renew our relationships with ourselves, with others and with our planet. And to think of kindness as the supreme gift we can give.
Lightwood is here to help you get back onto the path that is your journey, with articles, poems, reviews, and our Artists in Space series. Enjoy your visit to Lightwood and return often to catch up with any or all of our previous ten issues.
Think about contacting us with your comments and ideas. We’re always open to your submissions of articles, poems, short fiction, reviews, and artwork. And, of course, any donations (scroll to the donate tab) are always appreciated.
Thank you and have a joyful, creative next three months.
Laurence Carr, publisher, Lightwoodpress.com
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Welcome to the Fall Issue #11 of Lightwood/ Laurence Carr, publisher
“Don’t Let Fear Put Your Dreams to Sleep.” Stevie Wonder Welcome to the Fall 2022 Issue #11 of Lightwood. We’ve had to plod our way through a lot of challenges over the last three months: Environmental, Political, Social and Economic. And now we’re here in the Fall (or Spring) season, and it’s time to renew…
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Artists in Space/ Pondside Press/A Studio Visit
Pondside Press is collaborative workshop for artists desiring to produce hand printed lithographs, monotypes and works of art on paper. Tamarind Master Printer Melissa Katzman Braggins and Printer, Ted Braggins operate the studio in the Hudson River valley region of New York. Founded in 1985, the printers have produced original graphic art for over 30 years. Visit at Pondsidepress.com Ted…
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On Saint Martin/ poem by Mary Beth Hines
We took the monsoon as invitation to spoon at the bar behind glass on the beach, Bloody Marys and gold in the spools of your eyes when we stood and swayed to the sounds of guitar and the wind splintering, the torrent, a clap, clap, clatter on tarp, all but drowned out the French singer’s…
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I Want to Write in Spider Ink/ poetry by Eileen Howard
I want to write In spider ink. Weave silken webs into sylvan fantasy. All will unfurl as the web catches one idea, then adheres to the next. A glistening web that weaves beauty into wisdom. I want to post sticky webs to stars, dark hidden worlds, mysterious spheres. As I briefly adhere: Absorb. Absorb. Turn,…
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Photography/ Adam Iannazzone
When I was in college, I did a study abroad program in Japan. My dad gave me his old DSLR to take along with me, and I fell in love with it. While those photos weren’t anything to brag about, I decided to buy my own camera when I returned. Since then, I’ve pursued photography…
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The End of Horses/ poetry by Margo Taft Stever/ reviewed by Laurence Carr
Margo Taft Stever is no stranger to the readers of Lightwood. In 2020, we reviewed her book of poetry, Cracked Piano (cavankerrypress.org) and published her poem, “Gall”. Now her newest, intriguing volume, The End of Horses, has been published by Broadstone Books (Broadstonebooks.com) out of Frankfurt, Kentucky: with text and cover design by Larry R. Moore and…
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A Branch Grows Out of My Torso/ poem by Noah Roberts
Stick a sharpened bone through my side broken into a shard by a stone from the ground in the forest where in my desperate night the dark sky is littered and speckled with blood from the insides of my body glowing like fireflies in the mist if the whole world turned to evening upon the…
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Sardinia/ travel essay by Carole S. Ford
Sardinia We were lost in Abbasanta after receiving some arcane directions from the car rental company when a kind person led us to the correct turn. Soon after a brief delay, the result of a traffic jam caused by a flock of sheep crossing the narrow country road, we arrived at our small agro-tourism hotel…
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Glimpse/ poem by David Juda
Walking and talking with a friend in the woods. I look up from the dirt path, and out of the blue, I hear nothing and see everything. The canopy of trees – the chaotic neural branches – the perfect leaves dappled in shadow and diamond light, each leaf a universe – my soles tickled by…
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Far Cry, a poetry book by Tom Daley reviewed by Mary Beth Hines
Far Cry, a poetry book by Tom Daley reviewed by Mary Beth Hines Tom Daley’s beautiful, handmade chapbook, Far Cry (Ethel Zine & Micro Press, 2022), is an elegy for a once-close, estranged gay friend as well as a spirited musing on time, memory, and loss. Most of the poems are written in a contemporary…
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Illuminated/ poem by Becky Wilklow
The light flashes on the bird’s wing Like a steel drum twang It is a pulling An aching Like a magnet in your chest is flipped and connects to something the bird’s bodies dance and dip like they’re swimming I can see the movement of the air The rises and falls Like breath The radio…
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Profiles of Young Hudson Valley Artists/ Lena Chin/ article by Robyn Hager
To highlight young, emerging artists and creators of all mediums in the Hudson Valley, this will be the first article in a series that will shine light on artists ranging from writers and musicians to tattoo artists and potters, showing the diversity of talent and artistic integrity emerging in this region of New York State.…
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