Jimmy Lisotto is a poet in New Hampshire. He has previously been published in Agape Review, The International Library of Poetry, Solid Food Press, Trashlight Press, Bee The Foundation, Arlijo, Black Noise Zine, Valiant Scribe, and Faith On Every Corner. He believes that poetry is a medium that can connect people from all walks of life. He can be found on Facebook and Instagram.
Niagara Falls painted by Arthur Parton, ca 1880 Image courtesy of the Brooklyn Museum
Sustaining many, injuring none
your magic fluid owns claim to natural freedom,
natural beauty.
Creator intended you to survive, Onguiaahra,
through millennia / eons with prayers
of thankfulness for all life
every creature, indeed multitudes of two legged
revere your majesty, come to peer,
to heal, to transform, bathe in your favor,
mysterious ion mist, Creator’s gift.
Though greed of others strives to tame you,
by commanding grip to dominate, fill insatiable need
that only desecrates in attempting to subdue
your ebullient continuousness.
Your thunders and whispers persist as
you, Onguiaahra, pursue your original purpose
Though darkness may surround you still
you inspire and feed our souls
Wendy Sturgeon has been writing poetry and creating art as long as she can remember first under the tutelage of her artist, writer, poet mother. Her first poem published as a teenager, followed with many publishing’s throughout adult life. sporadically while enjoying family life and employment. Poetry is an art form she has returned to more avidly since retiring.
Cole McInerney is a poet from Niagara Falls, Ontario. His poems have appeared in Contemporary Verse 2, Columbia Journal, North American Review, South Dakota Review, and elsewhere. He received his MFA from the University of South Carolina.
Swirling waters
embrace the cliff
with ardor… with
the passion of a lover.
Sparkling diamonds
reach for the skies,
then they crash
with the sound and fury
of clashing cymbals.
The moon dances
a silver waltz…
romancing with the waves,
as the world sleeps.
From the simmering summer
to the icy snows of winter
the show goes on…
Gleeful torrents spread
their whipped cream
of joy into the foaming waters.
Showing off nature’s landmark
of unbridled freedom;
endlessly it flaunts
its tranquil liberty
at the world, a place
where only chaos reigns.
Sheila Thadani is a writer and a poet; she has a M.A. and has written a column for Hi-Rise Magazine, her articles have appeared in Substack. Her poetry has been published in The Wave-Kelp Journal, Tiny Seed Journal, The Dissident Voice, Literary Veganism, W.P.D.Congress and others; and Anthologies, “Emerging Earth” and “From Here to There.” She has won prizes for “The Moral Abyss, Quest for Peace, Woven Fabric, Weeping Earth, Lost Spring of Love, and others.
Aerial View of Niagara Falls on a Hazy Day Niagara Falls, Ontario in foreground, Niagara Falls, New York in background Photo by Andrew Porteus, June 2004
Before the roar,
there is accord,
a quiet gathering
of tributaries,
gentle streams,
forgotten springs,
consenting
to become one.
The current remembers
every stone it has polished,
nations that stood upon its banks,
every canoe,
and whispered promise
passed downstream.
Then comes the edge
as water does not resist
its becoming,
but gives fully
to gravity,
to mist,
to thunder,
to light.
Tour boats,
slight as drifting leaves,
venture into the white cathedral,
where millions of gallons
collapse without hesitation,
the vast curtain
hurling its breath
into the sky.
Mist surrounds them,
soft as cloud,
fierce as weather,
until passengers vanish
inside the river’s exhalation,
laughter and astonishment
wrapped in living vapour.
The air blooms
with broken rainbows,
each colour stitched
from droplets
that refuse
to disappear.
On each shore
a city wakes
to the pulse of visitors,
their skylines
sharing the same breath,
their nights
trading reflections
across restless water.
The river belongs
to neither,
yet blesses both.
The oldest lesson
never spoken.
It rises
from the endless plunge:
that strength
may wear the face
of yielding,
that beauty
is often loud enough
to shake the earth,
that the water
does not repeat itself,
yet never ceases
to be the river,
and those who leave
carry its thunder
long after
the mist
has dried.
Mike Keenan has been published in multiple anthologies such as the Canadian Authors Association Saving Bannister, Niagara-on-the-Lake’s Writing Circle and Ottawa’s Independent Writers Association. He won the Canadian Simone Weil Foundation award for Solstice Thirst. The Canadian Authors Association of Niagara’s poetry judge Dr. A. F. Moritz selected Solstice thirst to be published in the 19th volume of The Saving Bannister.
He currently writes a column for Torstar’s three Niagara daily newspapers, The St. Catharines Standard, Niagara Falls Review, Welland Tribune and Southwestern Ontario’s The Club Magazine. For three years, Mike was published in The Lake Report Newspaper (Niagara on the Lake). He has been published in every major Canadian newspaper including The Toronto Star and The Globe and Mail.
Mike has been published in multiple magazines including Pulse Niagara Magazine, Anchor Magazine, Niagara Life Magazine, Buffalo Spree Magazine, and West of the City Magazine.
Mike Keenan served as an Alderman for the Town of Fort Erie (four terms)
