Feature: Geoffrey Detrani
Volume Seven Pebbles
Bios


   

from Harnessed Century

Stutter with womb and note of lazy muscle
of bombshell and trill

Of an automatic salience

On esplanade we sunned
in autumnal hunger and fest

   

Be simplified, prowling
lithely of harbor of wind

And its consequent shrapnel
Spilled lithely as vestige

rest-matter’s task of pacifier rites

   

We speak senselessness into the atom and
grow centuries junked

All but in daydream’s argot

Unhousing its spread
pliant as asymptomatic pillage

   

Error notes pinned inside the water wheel
and among each backdrop

What’s laying its fugue scaffolds

To hang beside grand mass hearts
each one a top that spins in gradient pastures

   

Memory wields its lunatic salience
wields its load bearing prism

Drags twine colored sun

Twilit deeper as something conducting
its scenery by upsurge in clamor’s mock

   

The land looks over explained
now it’s accosted in thin lipped wait

To come at its trenchant scatter

The palatial beneath digs and digs
lays of its warrens and stretch

   

Sun, believing in ripe innocence
does to its brood

What a prophet maps

In a see-through house
pushing knives below a sinuous curve

   

This organ has a hatch, an astringent cure
to flee to its hovel

Pushing food into skin

All was encased of haptic night
as sturdy as reliquary soot

   

Two buffoon animals in cartoon camouflage
huddle in their marriage

A mirage of scaffolded laughter
Meet us, one each, we’re waylaid, they scold

siloed in the scrim of febrile velum

   

A day seethes
you can’t move into its apse

A stone has translucent earth to beset

A generous engine
with all the vehemence to repopulate

          —Geoffrey Detrani

   

— Marianne Paul

   

Too Late

She tells me,
If you get any more depressed,
you’re going to start writing
poetry.

          — Tracy Royce

   

                                        winter ball
                                        every rock
                                        gets a river

                                                  — Vishal Prabhu

   

humpback whale the breach in my trust

          — Debbie Strange

   

                     stormy picnic –
                     baby frog splashing
                     in the wine mug

                               — Lavana Kray

   

                     overcast sky—
                     a goshawk reshapes
                     the clouds

                               — Adele Evershed

   

                                        diurnally i resolve into a verb

                                                  — Shloka Shankar

   

Over Tango Geraniums in the Window Box

rivulets cloud the azure umbrella’s
disappearing rhythm

             it would’t work
             even if the sun were shining
                                         —the sky’s mood

                               — Patricia Nellene Deal

   

                     woodland stroll
                     hide and seek
                     with poison ivy

                               — Thomas Smith

   

Violent Night

As night falls,
stars slice the dark sky
like cat’s claws through silk.

          — Clare O’Brien

   

Future Retrospect

                         fog inhalation,
asleep in the riverbank mud
            forever and then some.

          — Isabella Thomison

   

                     ripples
                     reeling in an empty hook
                     the trout jumps

                               — Diane Webster

   

                     The Reason for the Traffic Jam

                     A lit candle
                     in the wound
                     of a bull. This
                     is all we know
                     at this time.

                               — Benjamin Niespodziany

   

                     When she came back to get her things
                     she only left me the furniture
                     we’d stolen together.

                               — Jim Daniels

   

boat ditty

you rum reek, not tea
                          (anole on tree)
             lure me to water
                                         all wrack, rot, and ruin

                               — Crystal Sidell

   

                     spring dawn
                     a flying monal
                     blooms the sky

                               — Hifsa Ashraf

   

in the country of your mind
sometimes I wish you would let me be
a small parish in Louisiana
that you have never visited
or will visit

          — Harold Bowes

   

                     Cartography of the Almost-Heart

                     An x-ray maps a hollow
                     where something practiced
                     being less visible.
                     It glows in grayscale:
                     a lighthouse with no coast.

                               — David Anson Lee

   

                     If we were getting there
                     If tools make an ear out of ash
                     If gender grammars
                     I am emblematic —
                     Textbook Definition, Bataille’s.

                               — Prahi Rajput

   

from Chains

ne plus ultra-modern greek tragedy of the commonsensual voice overdosed offshoot ’em upstart afresh meet your fate mapping

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rite of spring snow white manhattan transferable vote against the day after dark matter of fact-check box office building block code name change hands

          — Jérémie Wenger

   

                                        mid-autumn night
                                        old home
                                        a blurry moon
                                        drifting
                                        through clouds

                                                  — Jianqing Zheng

   

                                        marshmallow
                                        aflame on the stick
                                        a boy’s breath

                                                  — Diane Webster

   

                     scarlet elf cup…
                     an old robin sips
                     its color back

                               — Adele Evershed

   

                     painted jute the night’s raised creases

                               — Vishal Prabhu

   

Grief Refrain

    grief like dark velvet drapes
across my shoulders, the comfort
irresistible

     years wrapped up like this
struggling to leave the warm bed

          — Renee Kalagayan

   


— Michael Betancourt

   

                     Outside the bar
                     dark cavernous above us
                     bugs      buzzing neon

                               — Brian McCabe

   

                     miscanthus grass
                     is there a god we don’t
                     shed blood for

                               — Jerome Berglund

   

                                        dissipating into a scripture of doves

                                                  — Shloka Shankar

   

ill with ego
on the brink of summer
the walls
have stopped speaking
to my hands

          — Nicholas Klacsanzky

   

                     the soul of clay,
                     in a jug, a cup, a pit –
                     no one is alone

                               — Lavana Kray

   

                                        Poetry

                                        It’s a letter
                                        you post to everyone…
                                        Whether it struck
                                        like a bolt
                                        is something you’ll never know.

                                                  — Chris Bullard

   

                     Emily as the Allegory of Venus by Agnolo Bronzino

                     I’m not young enough to believe
                     I can be a hundred pairs of eyes
                     & live through my right hand.

                               — Darren C. Demaree

   

These might be tears of joy

Sleeping on the staircase to prove a point
And trying to remember what it was.
Sweetie, she says, stepping over my crumpled body
to hand me a warm little rabbit.
I know how you are.

          — Sadie Balsom

   

                                        “every day’s a class reunion”
                                        my father’s joke at 96

                                                  — Jim Daniels

   

                     time lapse photography—
                     my mother calls me
                     mum

                               — Adele Evershed

   

My Cancer Support Group Teaches Me the Difference Between Stage 1 and Stage 3

I ask, What’s a chemo port?
and across from me, three women shrug
their shirt collars aside,
display identical scars,
display identical thin-lipped smiles.

          — Tracy Royce

   

Repetition and difference
merge in revolution,
become the fallout of desire,
wildflowers in waste places.

          — Michael Germana

   

                                        Glint

                                        picking up
                                        discarded can
                                        in brambles
                                        face to face
                                        with daffodils

                                                  — Dana J. Graef

   

                     Language of the Lamp

                     A moth writes its body
                     against a burning word:
                     translating light
                     into a circle
                     that erases it.

                               — David Anson Lee

   

                     good guys
                     near the top
                     haven’t met one yet

                               — Jerome Berglund

   

new glasses on
I meet a thousand leaves
for the first time

          — Thomas Smith

   



— Linda Black

   

vignettes

moments folded and refolded
                            until the creases tear
                until what’s left remains

faded, indecipherable

          — Crystal Sidell

   

                     Brother

                     we fight
                     and then he kills a spider for me

                               — Maiya Brock

   

Weaknesses

We feed the werewolf
a scarecrow. We
watch it spit up
all the hay.

          — Benjamin Niespodziany

   

                     deadheading hydrangea
                     on the oceanside lot
                     one blue petal

                               — Harold Bowes

   

                                        moving day
                                        frost whitening
                                        the shared fence

                                                  — Hifsa Ashraf

   

awkward conversations

i try and zone out
think of being freed from the apiary of convention
somewhere between the metal bars

this will all be over if i just breathe

          — Sam Strathman

   

                     Agent Orange the elephant in the ballroom

                               — John Hawkhead

   

                                        first signs of the fall vinaigrette

                                                  — Tazeen Fatma

   

Grief Refrain

any joy I feel is ice against my skin
     when my baby brother was barely two
he saw a beach for the first time

     he called it snow    I am so cold
joy is a blizzard blighting my shore

          — Renee Kalagayan

   

                                        clay figurine
                                        finger to lips
                                        of Harpocrates
                                        god of [ . . . ]

                                                  — Mark Valentine

   

                                        mountain shallows . . .
                                        a crayfish stirs ripples
                                        of city talk

                                                  — Nicholas Klacsanzky

   

                                        nothing says
                                        goodbye
                                        quite like yesterday

                                                  — John Grey

   

Burial of the Horizon

We buried the horizon
and called it vision.
Now the sky forgets its ending,
and the earth
keeps asking why

          — David Anson Lee

   

— Ashley Gilland

   

Hifsa Ashraf is an award-winning multilingual poet, author, editor, translator, and social activist based in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. She is the author of six solo and four collaborative micropoetry collections.   BLOG

Sadie Balsom is a poet based in Los Angeles, where she runs a monthly poetry book club. Her work has appeared in Jet Fuel Review and Autumn Sky Daily. She is currently working on a full-length collection.   WEB   INSTA

Jerome Berglund has worked as everything from dishwasher to paralegal, night watchman to assembler of heart valves. Many haiku, haiga and haibun he’s written have been exhibited or are forthcoming online and in print, most recently in bottle rockets, Seashores, and Presence. His full-length collections of poetry were released by Setu, Meat For Tea, Mōtus Audāx press, and an electronic chapbook of collaborative tan-ku co-authored with Melissa Dennison is available free from Hot Button Press   SPOTLIGHT   INTERVIEW.

Michael Betancourt s a distinguished Cuban-American critical theorist, movie maker, and research artist; a pioneer of “Glitch Art,” he has made visually seductive digital art since 1990. His asemic poetry expands his interest in glitches and glitching to include language and typography: Timglaset, Red Fox Press, Post–Asemic Press, and nOIR:Z have published books of his typoems, and they appear in poetry magazines such as To Call, Door Is A Jar, Die Lerre Mitte, Doc(k)s Experimental Poetry Magazine, Touch the Donkey, petrichor, aurapoesiavisual, and Utsanga.it. His typoem collection CMYK was a winner in The Society of Typographic Arts’ 45th STA100 competition in 2023.   ARCHIVE

Linda Black is the Editor of Long Poem Magazine. A poet and visual artist, she has published five collections with Shearsman Books with a sixth due early next year.   WEB

Harold Bowes is the author of Detached Palace Garden (Ravenna Press, 2017). Harold’s poems have appeared or will appear in elimae, THRUSH Poetry Journal, alice blue, DMQ Review, scaffold, failbetter, Modern Haiku, American Tanka, Raw Nervz and others.

Maiya Brock (she/they) is a queer and soft-spoken introvert who writes to elevate her voice and put her art into the world. Maiya holds the title of 2025-26 Santa Fe Youth Poet Laureate, and you can find her work in Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, the Interlochen Review, and Another New Calligraphy. Maiya is an avid reader and knitter who enjoys long, quiet walks and nerdy discussions.

Chris Bullard is a native of Jacksonville, FL. His work has appeared in such publications as Rattle, Pleiades, Hole in the Head Review, and Scientific American. Moonstone Press published his book, Arguments For: New and Selected Poems this year. He lives in Philadelphia, PA and is currently in hospice care for lung disease.   WEB

Jim Daniels received the Michigan Author Award for 2026-27. Recent books include Late Invocation for Magic: New and Selected Poems (2026), and An Ignorance of Trees (2025). A native of Detroit, he lives in Pittsburgh and teaches in the Alma College low-residency MFA program.

Patricia Nellene Deal (she/her) is a poet, writer, and educator in McLean, Virginia. She holds an MLA from Johns Hopkins University and a Graduate Certificate in Special Education from the University of Virginia. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Modern Haiku, Anti-Heroin Chic, Ouch! Collective, and Ribbons, among others.   INSTA

Darren C. Demaree is the author of twenty-five full-length poetry collections, most recently Got There: Poems on Vanishing, (April Gloaming Publishing, April 2026). He is the recipient of an Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award, the Louise Bogan Award from Trio House Press, and the Nancy Dew Taylor Award from Emrys Journal.

Geoffrey Detrani is a visual artist and writer. His visual art has been widely exhibited and is in public and private collections. His poems have appeared in numerous publications.   INSTA

Adele Evershed is a Welsh writer who swapped the Valleys for the American East Coast. A Pushcart Prize–nominated poet and Touchstone Award winner for an individual haiku, her work has appeared in Frogpond, Modern Haiku, Prune Juice, Presence, and The Heron’s Nest, among others. She is the author of the haiku collection Pressed Between Palms (Nun Prophet Press), with two more forthcoming: They F#% You Up Your Mom and Dad (Cuttlefish Books) and Red Threads and Silver Linings

Tazeen Fatma is a talkative introvert who believes in writing with a purpose. She likes to pen verses and stories with honest emotions.She has been blessed with acceptances from renowned journals worldwide.

Michael Germana is an emeritus professor of English and an emerging poet based in Cornwall, Vermont. His short form creative work, all of which is recent, has also appeared or is forthcoming in The Dribble Drabble Review and Zig Zag Lit Mag.   INSTA

Ashley Gilland is a multimedia poet and fiber artist from Kansas City currently focused on embroidered handwriting and textile assemblage. She draws inspiration from diaries, stop motion animation, field guides, tidepooling, and recurring dreams.   WEB

Dana J. Graef is the author of the micro-chapbook Vanishing (tiny wren publishing). Her poems have also appeared in Beaver Magazine, Wales Haiku Journal, and Attached to the Living World: A New Ecopoetry Anthology, among others. She lives in central Connecticut.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Midnight Mind, Willow Review and the Pennsylvania Literary Journal. Latest books, Bittersweet, Subject Matters and Between Two Fires are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the MacGuffin, Touchstone and Caesura.

John Hawkhead is an award-winning poet from the South of England. His work has been published and anthologised globally. You can find more of his poetry and art online and here.

Renee Kalagayan is an Asian-American writer with recent work featured or forthcoming in, among others, Carolina Quarterly, The MacGuffin, i>HAD, About Place, and the inaugural GVL Poetry Trail in Greenville, SC. She is the assistant poetry editor of South 85 Journal.    INSTA   BSKY

Nicholas Klacsanzky is an editor for Frogpond journal and Haiku Commentary. He lives in Seattle and works in education.   WEB   BSKY

Lavana Kray is from Romania. Her work has appeared in many print and online publications, as well as in Haiga Exhibitions organized by the World Haiku Association in Japan and Italy. The Laval Literary Society from Canada awarded her the André-Jacob-Entrevous Prize 2023, for a literary text (haiku) combined with an artistic visual. She currently serves as haiga editor for the online Journal of Japanese short forms, cattails, and curates Our Best Haiga. She has published five photo-haiku books, one tankart collection and a photo-haibun book.   BLOG

David Anson Lee is a physician, philosopher, and poet whose work explores memory, embodiment, and the quiet geographies of loss. His poems have appeared in journals including Right Hand Pointing, Eunoia Review, and Ink Sweat & Tears. His first poetry chapbook, The Body Keeps Its Inventory in Shadow, is forthcoming from Kelsay Books. He lives in Texas.   SUBSTACK

Brian McCabe lives in New York City, where he teaches high school English and is an MFA candidate in poetry at NYU. His poems have appeared in The Shore, Tupelo Quarterly, Harbor Review, Broadkill Review, among others.

Benjamin Niespodziany is a Chicago-based writer whose work has appeared in Indiana Review, Fence, Bennington Review, Conduit, Booth, and elsewhere. His chapbook was recently awarded the 2025 Poetry Prize with Gasher Press. Along with hosting the Neon Night Mic reading series, he runs the poetry publication Piżama Press.

Clare O’Brien has just completed a year as poet-in-residence at Inverewe Garden in the Scottish Highlands. Her chapbooks, Who Am I Supposed To Be Driving? and Breathing Out Becomes White And Snowfall were published in 2022 and 2025. Her poetry and fiction has appeared in various British and international journals and anthologies.   WEB   INSTA   BSKY

Marianne Paul is a Canadian poet and writer. Her most recent chapbook is the drift from here to where, a collection of haiga that placed second in the Haiku Canada Marianne Bluger Book Awards.   INSTA

Educated as a chemical engineer, partly at Georgia Tech, Vishal Prabhu‘s Japanese short-form poetry has been nominated for the Touchstone and Best of the Net awards and has appeared in The Heron’s Nest, Modern Haiku, and Frogpond, amongst other journals worldwide. A book of longer poems entitled The Vagabond was issued by Red River Press in 2025.

Prahi Rajput (they/she) is an occasional contemporary dancer and writer from Lucknow, India. Their work has found a home in few places like The Bombay Literary Magazine, Ghudsavar, Blood+Honey, t’ART, Playbutch Zine, Don’t Submit among others.

Tracy Royce is a poet and writer with work appearing in Contemporary Haibun Online, dadakuku, ONE ART, and Best Microfiction (2026). She lives in Southern California, where she enjoys hiking.   BSKY

Shloka Shankar is an editor and visual artist from Bangalore, India. A Best of the Net nominee and widely published haiku poet, Shloka is the Founding Editor of Sonic Boom and its imprint Yavanika Press. She is the author of the haiku collections The Field of Why and within our somehows. Her other titles can be found here.   INSTA

A native Floridian, Crystal Sidell grew up playing with toads in the rain and indulging in speculative fiction. A Pushcart Nominee, Best of the Net Nominee, and Rhysling Finalist, her work appears in 34 Orchard, Apparition Lit, F&SF, Frozen Wavelets, Haven Spec, and others.    WEB

Thomas Smith is a physician and former University Professor. He has published free verse and rhymed poems and Japanese short form poems in a number of literary journals. He lives in Austin, Texas, with his family.   WEB

Debbie Strange (Canada) is a chronically ill short-form poet and artist whose work has been widely published and awarded. Her haiku collection, Random Blue Sparks (Snapshot Press, 2024), received 1st Place (joint) in Haiku Canada’s 2026 Marianne Bluger Book Awards, and 3rd Place in the 2025 Haiku Society of America Merit Book Awards.   WEB   INSTA

Sam Strathman (he/him) is a writer and former doodler. Some of his work has been published in Ghost City Review, steel incisors, Fevers of the Mind, and others. He lives in the city with his wife and fur babies.

Isabella Thomison is a Southern poet interested in all things subversive.   INSTA

Mark Valentine lives in Yorkshire, England. His poetry has appeared in dadakuku, ubu, Modern Haiku, Circle of Salt, and elsewhere.

Diane Webster‘s poetry has appeared in North Dakota Quarterly, New English Review, Studio One, Jimson Weed, and elsewhere. Her haiku/senryu have appeared in Pebbles, Kokako, and Enchanted Garden Haiku. Five micro-chaps have been published by Origami Poetry Press.   WEB

Jérémie Wenger is a Swiss writer based in London. Impasses around expression led to constrained/generative strategies as positive impediments to writing, and, later, neural textuality, feeding a reflection on AI and its consequences for literature and the self. His texts appeared in gorse, minor literature[s], The New River, ToCall, xCoAx, and others.   WEB   INSTA

Jianqing Zheng teaches in the Mississippi Delta and has received three poetry fellowships from the Mississippi Arts Commission. His recent poetry books include Dreaminations and Visual Chords.

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