[tabby title="Poem"] Handheld super dupercomputer, time-suckof attention, attenuatingour pistoning thumbs,pain radiating up toelbow, still can’t stop,Perpetually available,sawed-off shot gunblasted attentionspans spin outof control, toomuch know. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Celia Turner is a Loveland published poet in Northern Colorado Writers and...

[tabby title="Poem"] Enough our fathers,the mother Mary’sgive me a nonbinary god—no sex to shift blame on. We’ve been wishing on starslong before Disney.Blowing out birthday candlesto beat the band—off cake since Covid. I hold the precarityof people lightlyknowing I don’t...

[tabby title="Poem"] Fair fight is an oxymoron.Both parties lose.Memory will be filledwith if onlys, I gots,glorifying the me. Today forwardit’s got to be the we. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Celia Turner is a Loveland published poet in Northern Colorado Writers and...

[tabby title="Poem"] Aotearoa, your spirit calls acrossthe sea,your long boats cut the waves,part the prairie grasses,we are one, life and death,long-suffering, triumphantthunder ripped asunder,star-shine together,Doers and Done-toabove the clouds. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Celia Turner is a Loveland published poet in...

[tabby title="Poem"] When I opened my eyes in the Canyon,outside deep in the night,the moon had set. It seemed a hallucination,that somehow the canyonwas a telescopetransporting me closerthan I can ever remember to stars. Oh what stars! So large, so...