Editor’s Post – Voyager in the Eternal

The searching voyager wants perfect pastel etchings, for this city sits adorned with lavishly accented terrains, hanging antique robes decorated deliciously by human hands, created for the creation of this city by an act of God. A chorus of noise resonates from that perfectly pitched instrument, the human voice, and as the quiet is pierced, the surrounding, splendid dark, filled with dim, amber lights creates the semblance of an ascending dawn or a dreary dusk. The myriad cafes are open late and exude the aroma of something softly baking. Nighttime inhabitants of this ancient and almost secretive city walk in the dark like supernaturals in search of feasts while the voyager sinks secretly into the background, and, by doing so, escapes everyday imprisonments. A cyclone of humanity, without name, mind, or material surrounds her while the wind floats softly covering her with color, breath, and fragrance.

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Ayesha F. Hamid is a poet and creative nonfiction writer published in Blue Bonnet Review, Bridge Eight, Sheepshead Review, and Rathalla Review. Her full-length memoir The Borderland Between Worlds is available through Auctus Publishers at Barnes and Nobles and Amazon.  Ayesha also has a full-length poetry collection called Waiting for Resurrection. She served as Poetry Editor at Ran Off With the Star Bassoon and as an Assistant Poetry Editor for The Night Heron Barks. She is the Editor-in-Chief at The City Key.

Ayesha holds a Bachelor of Arts in French and A Bachelors of Science in Sociology from Chestnut Hill College, M.F.A. in Creative Writing and an M.A. in Publishing from Rosemont College. She also holds an M.A. in Sociology from Brooklyn College

Ayesha is a lover of cities, big and small.

Editor’s Post – “Entering the City”

Coming out of the dark bus depot, the traveler is greeted by bright lights like jewels streaming emerald, ruby, sapphire. Glimmering entities, at times distinct, at times coalesced encourage high hopes as city dwellers swarm around them like satellites to stars. Thirst arises for knowledge of this city, its history, its people. This need to know is matched only by a thirst for sweet liquid which, when found, fills incomparably well. Sublime sugar runs down the middle of the mouth while sour lemon seeps at the sides. Sipping the cold can feels commensurate to absorbing everything as the city swallows with its noise and sights, the liquid drowns the senses. For a few solitary seconds there is a feeling of complete relief. profile-1 Ayesha F. Hamid is a poet and creative nonfiction writer published in Blue Bonnet Review, Bridge Eight, Sheepshead Review, and Rathalla Review. Her full-length memoir The Borderland Between Worlds is available through Auctus Publishers at Barnes and Nobles and Amazon.  Ayesha also has a full-length poetry collection called Waiting for Resurrection. She served as Poetry Editor at Ran Off With the Star Bassoon and as an Assistant Poetry Editor for The Night Heron Barks. She is the Editor-in-Chief at The City Key. Ayesha holds a Bachelor of Arts in French and A Bachelors of Science in Sociology from Chestnut Hill College, M.F.A. in Creative Writing and an M.A. in Publishing from Rosemont College. She also holds an M.A. in Sociology from Brooklyn College. Ayesha is a lover of cities, big and small. Please note: Poetry is compressed to fit smart phone screens. If you are reading this poem on a phone screen, please turn your screen sideways to make sure that you are seeing correct line breaks for this poem. Please note: Poetry is compressed to fit smart phone screens. If you are reading this poem on a phone screen, please turn your screen sideways to make sure that you are seeing correct line breaks for this poem.

“What It’s About” by Spencer Shaak

I look for Charlie every time
on Sundays at the Bayou Bar.
He’s always on the same stool,
slugging down two-dollar Miller Lights.

We watch Eagles football together
with the rest of the Bayou.
We talk about what we like
about Philadelphia – Wissahickon Park,
fallen-fire crusted leaves,
hustle and bustle, food vendors,
barbecue steam,
bicyclists swinging in and out,
like bright crochet hooks
weaving their own section
of Philadelphia’s quilt.

Charlie tells me he’s lived in the city
for all eighty years of his life.
I say – Me? Barely one.
But right now, it’s not about then,
it’s about now – Main Street, Manayunk,
bikes in and then out, hickory smoke blocks away,
Bayou, two-dollar Miller Lights,

Charlie sitting on the stool to my right.
It’s about words never said:
You’re like a grandfather to me.

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Spencer Shaak is an MFA graduate in creative writing from Rosemont College in Rosemont, Pennsylvania.

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“The Americas” by Chad Happ

 

Chad Happ is an engineering project manager who enjoys traveling and photography.  He feels that a story can be best told with a picture.  Whether its architecture or the natural landscape, Chad loves to share what he sees on his travels with others.

 

“Europe” by Chad Happ

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Amsterdam, Netherlands

Amsterdam, Netherlands
Amsterdam, Netherlands

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Barcelona, Spain

Barcelona, Spain
Barcelona, Spain

Porto, Portugal
Porto, Portugal

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Segovia, Spain

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Segovia, Spain

Segovia, Spain
Segovia, Spain

Schweiz, Switzerland
Schweiz, Switzerland

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Schweiz, Switzerland

Cologne, Germay 2

Cologne, Germany
Cologne, Germany

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Cologne, Germany

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Cologne, Germany

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Cologne, Germany

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Cologne, Germany

Chad Happ is an engineering project manager who enjoys traveling and photography.  He feels that a story can be best told with a picture.  Whether its architecture or the natural landscape, Chad loves to share what he sees on his travels with others.