Tidings
Winter2022
CyberMonday
byMelanieMcMullinthewhooshofdryleavesagainst theblueofapalesky thesquirrelsjumpfromtreetotree chasingeachotherroundandroundondeadgrass mycomputerisslow iamgentlewithmyself iamgentlewith theperceived harshwordsfromothers therearenoothers thereisonlyus onlyoneofus iamgentlewitheachpause ibreatheinsteadofbecomingfrustrated itrytoseebeauty eveninharshwords evenindeadgrass evenintheslowinternetconnection whenalovesongcroonsandcracklesfrommyphone
iimagineitismeandmysoul piningforeachother iamaneternalweed mybelovedcallsaflower evenwhenmydiscernmentisflawed evenwhen evenwhen idon'tresonatewiththemenonthescreens speakingforeigntongues withvapideyes andsneersatanyonewhoisnotintheircircle weneedtoaskbetterquestions likehowmuchisenough howcanwelivethebalanceofenough howcanwebelieveintheabundanceofenough
todayiamtryingtobalancethebliss withmyownfrustrations
ideasswirlingandsparklingaroundme ineverymoment iwanttocatchthem holdthemclose transportthemtoapage transformthemintosomethingtangible withpotentialformore toosoon theneedycall thespellisbroken andiamcaught inaneternalloop ofpartialperfection
Ease
byK.Weber
Thewindow breathesasItake mybergamottea withablanket ofpeppered,white landscape.Iwonder ifIshouldwander outside.
ThoseWinterNightsatGrendel's byFrankWilliamFinney
Theroomstuffedlikeaconcerthall. Wecouldhardlyheareachotherspeak. Nutbrownale.Acracklingfire. Howwerevelledinthedin! Candletonguesontabletops. Notabenchorchairtospare. Wegroundlingshuddled bythebar astheairgrewwarm withthedwindlinghours andthewallssangAuldLangSyne.
Curtains byAlshaadKara
Theflameofmycandlelightexhaustsitself, Likealightwithoutitslightning.
Followingthisfright, Ifeelthewinteraroundme.
Likeaghostinthisdarkwinter, Iawaketothisnewdawnofice.
Coldnesswelcomedthatfrozenblanketback, AsIrejoiceinmycoldbed.
Irejoiceofmyeternalfaith, Likeasoulfreedfromitsbody.
Butstarvinginentombment, Likealeafmuddledinamess, Aretheechoesofmylover, Shambledinhislonelyplight. Theflameofmycandlelightislitagain, Mychandelierofloveilluminates, Ishallrestinmywintercabin, Shambledinmynewheaven.
Whatcanweplanfortogether
Thatwillliveon?
Toignitelightistotreadboldlythesedays
Andhowwillitlooktorosy-cheekedblankslates
Danglingfromastork’sbeak
Overthecoals?
It’lllookbright,warm,sure
Butshouldwebeafraidforthem?
Willtheirdreamsbeunearthly?
Ordoweembraceeachotherandouryoung’sfuturesregardless? Andwatchtheglow Theundying,enchantedsparksofsomethingmore Ithinkwecanallagree
Thatthemorewegrowtogether
Thelessit’llburn.
Wintertide
byKarenPierceGonzalezwinter’smaidenwindsherway throughyourfavoriteRedbud branchesbare;leavesalmostforgotten, shepressestheirfallenstipularspines intorain-soakedmud mulched,memoriesbedseeds
AQaballisticChristmas
byKaylaConchinhaConner
OldKingOsirisisacorpseandyet
IsisbirthedHawk-HeadedHorusintobeing. Tocreatethebeginningtheremustbeanend. DestructionisaformofCreation.DeathbegetsLife.
Fromthewombofpossibilities
KaylaConchinhaConner
Abite!
Reelingintheline.Liftingtosee
WhohadIbeensearchingfor?
AMarriageofOpposites. MaleandFemalepolaritiesreconciletotheHoly.
Tipareth.Balance.Beauty. Wisdom. IAmAll.
Communion.Unity.DreamedintolifebytheDivine.
Embodiedstarlight,shining.Sparkofsoul. IAmMe!
SorryLetters byK.R.Seward
toSanta soshortandlate nevershareaslice ofcake writingandrewriting youstatetheobvious Spock beholdthegod whobleeds indeed wordswon’tsave thewheelstrucklamb norperkuptheears ofbabyjay oranyonecloseenough tohearthedrumming ofAaron
who hatedallpeople wehaveyourcommander aboard noteveryword’sread byGreerGarson’swarm returnfromthetimeofMiniver soweliemad andgrieving andholdingtogether thisscatterednumber fromthetownofourbirth alltheFederationwanted wasthecloakingdevice manythankstoDorothyCatherine Fontanaformeetingusonthe raggedendofspace oratleastwherefelicityandtrust arespunthin
whatsongswesing singlyandinchoirs withshepherdsandsheep andangelsandkings andanyothergatheringthrongs herewetrimandtendto theMrs.Miniverrose whomightbehervoice recurring orwheelstrucklambarisen orourselves whatweretain andcannothope tosell thisgiftwekeepongiving asthebloomreturns ourmerrychristmas andmore whateverday ornight orstreetwewalk
thatgiftthatcame witheach asthepeachtree bearsapeach Ireadoffoldlines andthink noit’stime fornewones IamnotKirok norMiniver norAaron norlambinneed Iamsomeother thangold thanfrankincense thanmyrrh asarewe each
WaitingForResults
byAlannaNelsonVisibleMending
byEvelynArcherTomendaholewithknitting:First,arunningstitcharoundthehole. Aholesobig,anentireelbowcangothroughitalmost. Mendingneglecteduntilithasbecomeanemergency.
Ifyoudon’thaveadarningegg,usewhatyouhave: acanoftomatoes anemptypicklejar somethingthesizeofregret,anything thatwillholdtheholeopen. Youmustbeabletoseeitclearly. Mendit,notonly becausethereisnotmoneyforanewone --therehasneverbeenmoneyforanewone;itwasboughtatSaversfor$9, allthemorepreciousforit.
Menditbecauseitisabelovedthing.
Becauseitisabelovedthing,andyouarenotready tosendittothetrashheap, notreadytocallit“ruined”and cutitupforsomethingelse,forragsorpatches. Withacrochethook,pickuptherunningstitchesalongthebottomofthehole andplacethemonaknittingneedle.
Letthemsee yourattempts howeverrudimentary atsavingsomethingbeloved. Somanythingshavebeenlost. Somanythingshavebeenbroken, tornfromruinandneglect. Donotletthisonego.Notyet.
Pickupandbindoffthestitchattheendofeachrow. Weaveinyourends.
TheLastofWinter
byPaulCordeiroShewokeup
withascratchythroat. Thoughthesunrose ahoneyedhue onthebreast ofawinterrobin. Icheeredup thenwithlittle elsetodobut watch,waitandlisten
"LonelyChairs"byPatSt.Pierre.Handle byAnneVincentBecker
herutterancewaits tobewelcomedin foracupofcoffee foranaffirmation foracceptance foralittlewhy
listencarefullyforthestraintosoften orlettheliquidscaldas nervousgulpsbecome woodenshingles wheresolidpurchaserequiresthickladenwords. hersilencemakeshasteforthedoor tolettheOther inside out
ChristmasBells
byBruceKnecht“Howmanybellsdoyouthink` arehangingfromyourearrings?”Iasked.
“Idon’tknow…8?” “No.” “10?” “Yeah.”
“Don’ttheyconflictfromyourthinking?” “No!…ofcoursenot!”
Andsheshookherhead andtheyallrangout.
thisisgrief
byMelanieMcMullinwereturnhome inlateaugust topilesofdressclothesonthetable i’llneedtosortandreturn todishesinthesink tospoiledfoodinthefridge tobunnyhaireverywhere eventually i’llunpackourbags sweepthefloors gothroughthemail lifeanddeathevident inthesamebreath asistumblearound myneglectedgarden eachbedareminderofhow easilymyeffortsarecrushed i’minafogthatwillprobablylastpastfall iopentherefrigeratorforthe85thtime knowing
idonothavetheenergytoshoporcook ichewgum ieatcerealagainfordinner iamnothelpfulorcoy orentertaining i’mdreadingwinter redandwhite andthisyear blackallover istillcan’tcry myfeetstillhurt thereisnoonetojoke i’llseeyouinthespring ifigetthroughthemattress ortoast mayallyourchildren bebornnaked youdon’thavetobefemaletomother nowthatyounolonger walkthisearth thereisonelesspersonalive wholovesme
ForAuldLangSyne
bySarahJaneMulveyMygrandfather’suprightpiano Standswatchinmydiningroom. Outoftune,inneedofapolish. Well-lovedbutunknown. It’sbecomehardtoforgive, andmuchhardertoforget. Theworldisunkind,anditdoesnotstopforus. Thereisnoquietplacetocollectyourself, Nowelcomeforyourreadygrief, Hoveringatthethreshold. Somuchmovingandrearranging, Makingroominyourlife Forallofthisnew. Exuberanthandsgrasping forthenextcomfort.
Pourthenextcup, Playthenextsong. Butwhenthemusicquiets Andthehouseempties, Whoareyou?
Thepianositstotheside, Well-lovedbutunknown, Itslanguageofflatsandsharps, Lightanddark, NotesIcan’tdecipher. ButIlaygarlandacrossit,twinklelights. Dressituptofitin. Myhandscan’tmakeitsing, Can’taskittospeaktome Ofdaysgoneby. Butwe’vegotthecarolingbooks andthesheetmusic, Writteninafamiliarandwell-lovedhand. sowe'lldrinkthatcupofkindnessyet
SarahJaneMulvey
WinterGarden byKarenPierceGonzalez
"Iamquitesureagardendoesn’tliketobe…coveredindustsheets…duringwinter."
-BeverlyNichols,DowntheGardenPath
Notagraveyardforlastyear’sgreens, beetleremains,anddriedpromisepods, itisabitofborderedearth abletonourishnewlyplantedbulbs–garlic,onion,andchives.Pungent, danglingrootfumes,inhaledbymycelia’s fingerlysprawlunderthefencetoaneighbor’syard. Thereundergroundshootsgather together,tunnelbelowthestreet. Onceontheotherside,theyfertilizeandseed theplotoftheoldmaninawheelchair. Staringouthisfrontroomwindow hecannolongertendhispatch ofground;oncelovinglyturnedbyhand.
Afterthat,thecoldseasongarden daresustoexplain—ifwecan— whatitmeanstobefrozenatheart duringthis,thedeepesttimeofyear, forwhichspringgardens areonlyjusttendrils.
silentnight
byJessikaLazalaasfrostedprecipitationcoversthetrees, holidayspiritfillsfolkswithease. trimmingthetree,shoppingsprees abeautifulfamilygiddywithglee. homesilluminatedwithadornedlawns, internaldecorofgoldandbronze. butmygrandmawouldclipcoupons justtobeabletobuymecrayons. 2002wasdifferentduringtheholidays insteadofmymom,withgrandmawestayed. ididn'tunderstandit,butitwasokay. untilourapartmentwasablaze.
whatstartedasaregularday endedinnohometostay. ourpossessionscoveredinsootandash grandmastayedstrong,knowingit'dpass. thenextday,iwentbacktoschool andlearnedourstorywasonthenews. throughtheexperienceiwasawakenedto patronizingsympathyandit'soveruse.
TheWinterofXVII
byAnisaTavaresit'scoldandit'sbarren andyoudrivehomealone. thereisnomagicouthere. itseemslighthasbeenstrippedfromyourmind. onlyoccupiedbyasinglethreadofsilver. you 'vechasedandyou'vetracked andyou'velostallperseveringhope. it'stimetogetout,togrowup, toforgetwhatyouknow. it'stimetoliveforsomethingotherthanyourself, wehavenosuchtimeformomentsspared. youareasforgettableaswhenyoufirststarted onlynowwithuselessknowledge andseeminglyendlesslyfrozenintime.
thereisnobreather, nobreak, noforgiveness. thereisonlyforward, andtheactionsyoumusttaketodoso thathavebecomesotiring. winterismerciless, it'sgrounded,it'shollow. youknowalmosttoowellitsscreams,itscries, andhowharditistofollow changeinseasonsbringchangeinyearning, silentscreamsandquiettearscomerushingtoth it'salmostlikeyou'vesaidthislinebefore. ioncebelievedinfairytales, andstoryland,andfarawaydreams, youseeremnantsofoncemagicdust givennowthroughmatches
setablasewithinyourfireplace. trustedexploitandtrivialtales. yougiftandyougiveandyoutrust. andexpectnothingtoreceive. youturneverysunfloweraway bystealingthesunfrombeneathitsnose. pottingeverypurchasedplant andstealingfromamerchant'shand inreplacementofarose. sadnessstilldwells withineverycorridor. nootheropaqueformcouldevershift fromsoresighttoeye.
thepasthasbeencarved, simplesolidstone. thefutureisrewritten untilnothingcanbeknown. thepresentfollowsominously, foreverloominginthedark. itseekstohitandscareyou untilalmostnothinglightsthespark. itisceaselesslywinter tothebitter,frozenbone.
"DominoEffect"by SophiaVarekamp.Photographtake witha4x5technicalcamera.
Foolstide bySarahJaneMulvey
Theworldisamiserableplace. Thatfeelingismagnified bythesun’sbrief butspectacularappearances. Beforewearethrownintocold, Unrelentingnight. SoIwilldonmyShinyBritebaubles, theholly-redlipstick. Iwillwearmyfavoritecoatwithitsfauxfurcollar. velvet,glitter,silver. Centuriesago,ourancestors gatheredaroundthehearth,thetable Tosing,tolaugh,toremember. Torenewthelightandwarmthintheirbones. Andso,Iweep.
Offeringstogodsbecamegiftsoflove, Returnedathousandfold joyonabelovedface. Ilavishgiftsuponcherishedones, whilethey’restillheretobelavished.
Theoldsongspassedontradition, memoriesandhistorieswrappedintothewords.
IsingChristmascarolsinthecar asloudasIcanstandmyself, andIhopeagainsttheodds thatyouandIwillseeanotheryear.
AndIsupposeitisfoolishsearchingforthesmallestglimmer intheever-increasinggloom.
Pushingagainstthemiseryandterror Withfrivolityandsparklinglights. Butwemustrest. Gatherupthosetinybitsofgoodwill, Lightthecandleinthewindow, Asmallfireagainstthechill, Foranotherhearttobewarmedby.
festivalofmights
byK.R.Seward couldbe nospring surprise sodarkhorse keepstrotting towardthose little dancingfeet whereGeraldkeepsbreathing andmourning andactingwaymorealive thanIdonow havinghelpedShepup themountainpath butnotaroundthelong bend I'mfacingnow noone 'sliving
justtobeyourlesson noranykindofobstacle theybreatheforthemselves wakeupandhear thegentleexchange lastwords aremoreoften casualsayings whiledroppingoff souninlovewtih senseover sensation notbytendency butalongview continuing andsenseever changing sowhenoneinvokes thegardener thefarmer
theonethatlovinglytends whatis andwillbe thestory thatsense makesthemost sense asweareandgrow howeverweare andbloomandbear whateverwebloom andbear toomanyinlovewithpruning shears whatcomestobetendedor trimmed comesunbidden norconvinced butblossomsandbears whatfruitandblooms ithastobear
sonoone 'stalkingapples outofpeartrees norpeachesfromthe cherry hybridsandothersuchaside thebaseingredients arethosetreesetc. astheystart astheyare pastsomanyinlove withmanagement andplanthusbandry andgardensandorchards closelytended thegreenestthumbs knowhowandwhen toeaseoff andletin thesun andrainandbirds andbeesandwhateverelse willhelpalong ourspring
there'saword ican'tremember foronewhotendsitall apersonentrustedtoknowandlove itall like husband butnot ormore impersonally more Istillcan'trecall onewhocaretakes andpreserves weneedsthisone weneedeachinourownway tobe thisone orword
steward andanothercloseby stewardship onewhotends andcaresforthings orthatgeneralizedquality of tendingandcaring noneofthis runsdeeporfar inme Iadmit andseemsgone wellupthehill andfararound somuchnew andnewness thatabundancemust beshuntedoff asmeresurplus andassuchmustbe takenforgranted
dunnoifgeologictime iseverkind wehangoninunexpectedways anderodeawaylikewise leavingsomekindoffossilrecord orlayersofplastic whoknows howorwhen Santawillslide downthemysticpipeorchimney oranyegressfoundin exhaust
BillyCarlkeptalayeredaccount inhisepicnorthJerseyverse asifreadingeachlongday intotheCongressionalRecord thosethingssomeeconomist wassureofinthe19thcentury borneafterthechemists'wholesalemaking ofnitrogenforcropsandbombs eitherplantedinlongshadows ofourpersisting orwithinchangesnoonecould forecast
sure don'ttakemyword foritallwaits foryourcloserreading wellpastanysearch drivenresearching beneathyourfeat inallwater drawn thattastelingers whatthattree willbudorblossom bear asapplesorpears don'tthinkwefullyknow aswelovetochange andchanging grow whatelsedoesthis willgiveyouoneword toguess
still sometoomuchlove andmistaketradition forcontinuity andwillburyanything anyone different sobudandblossom arereadlikeprintedtexts unerringandunchanging sotoknowsomebytheirfruits becomesmoreafrightenedfreight ofblindextrapolation goodluckwiththat madness thewordJohnDonald'scharacter repeatsattheendoftheepicmovie
blossomasyoudo budasyouare myblanketbenediction staywarmtillspringtime andwellintodarkgreenleaved summer let'snotconfuse theneedforourstewardship withourknowingthings norsay patternrecognition with patterncreation norpersonalcraving withbroaderneed lookatthesefolkds andseethemandletthemlive aswhotheyare ifthegreenLEDstayslit andwon'tblink I'mglad
thatisthefullreachofwhatIsee orknow orhopetoknow orhelpalong yes
Flannery lovesus plusmorebesides imperfectly andasourunknowableselves sothisgraceofbeing weseek sodoothers Ihavenotenoughwisdom toarbitrate ourdeepdisagreements nortoargue thispointorthat memes thewordsofthefamousdead aresoambiguous andhumbleme
somanypointsofview seethemselveswithinthestone settledforeverandinallplaces goodluckwiththat dunno sortasyouwill butfacelimitsofanyhumanknowing sowegatherup andpullorpush againstthewheel olderonebegins tohate possibility seeingunsuresunrisein everyfreshface andform meanwhile onehasalsotoendure coldspam regardingmortgages onedoesn'thave
onhouses oneneitherowns norlivesin soeverythingbecomesa coldcall soopenended nopartofyouyourself existsinit nocharminthemurkymaybe ofitall youwanthoweverlittle onedoeshave indeed theturnofmillenium ineverydeadformerlynew moment
NotACreatureStirring byMeaghanMoraes
Evenamousewouldstaystillinthesilenceofthissnow
Itspresencetodaytakesbreathsandfreezesthemintracksof stunneddeer Hoovesinclinedtopadthewoodshavestompedallthroughthehouse Andstoppedinfrontofthewindow
Thestarkwhitebeautyyondermakestheringingofbellsdistant Andthesingingdeepinourheart
Slowlyuncurlfingertipsandletaflakeland,sit,melt Stand,takein
Nostirring,butit’sfelt.
SignatureSparks
byAlannaNelsonWelivefarapart
Sothatcardinmymailbox
Isafestivetreat.
Maybesomepictures
Plusanewsyformletter
Andyoursignature. Inpen,yourmotions
Yourname,youressenceishere
Pullinguscloser. Ignitingstories
Distinct,fuzzy,vividsparks
Memoriesofyou.
Memoriesofus
Whenwillwebetogether
Atleastthere’sthiscard.
Placematte byAnneVincentBecker
wereyoucarleas whenyoupolishedthewarpedwood withOldeEnglish?
didyouprayadinfinitumthat guests'eyeswon'ttarry onpricestickersleft carelessly onbacksofwood frameswithsimulacraof oldfriends?
willyouwincen uponEvewhentheToaster ramblesadnauseum fluteinhand whilstaspotofcrèmeanglaise polishesthenez
Glad Tidings To You
TheArtistsofTidings
Paul CordeiroispreviouslypublishedinAnomalyPoetryandDomesticated Primate'santhologies,RitualsandTidings,aformereditorforUnion&Sixth, andhaspublishedmultiplechapbooks-histhirdforthcomingin2023from AnalogSubmissionPress.
FrankWilliamFinneyisaretiredlecturerfromMassachusettswhotaughtat ThammasatUniversityinThailandfrom1995until2020.Hismostrecent poetrycollectionisTheFoldingofTheWings(FinishingLinePress,2022).
Dena HadenisaninstallationandfiberartistfromBerkley,Massachusetts. SheistheDirectoroftheCo-CreativeCenterandco-founderofSuperflatNB. AnomalyPoetryisendebtedtoherconstant,warmsupportandenthusiasm.
Alshaad KaraisaMauritianpoetwhowritesfromhisheart.Hislatestpoems werepublishedintwoanthologies,MilleetUnePlumesandAllVoicesHeard: Volume1,alsoinItalianPoems,andonejournal,Inlandia:ALiteraryJournal Fall2022Volume13.
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AnisaTavaresisa17-year-oldsenioratNewBedfordHighSchool.Shehas enjoyedwritingaslongasshecanremember.Anavidreader,shefirsttriedher handatwritingstoriesinelementaryschool,butonlyrecentlydiscoveredalove forpoetrywhenshetookaliteratureclassledbyafavoriteteacher.Sheplansto pursuewritingmoreincollege.SheispreviouslypublishedintheSummer 2022editionofRituals.
SophiaVarekampisaNewEnglandartistcurrentlybasedintheNetherlands. ThisistheirfirsttimeappearinginTidings.
AndrewTedescoisanartistandpoet,withloveforallthingscreativeespeciallycooking.Onmostsocialchannels,heisassociatedwithhismoniker ofBadAndyArt.Followalong@bad_andy_art