Welcome to 2025!
Before we embark on our new Wolf Twin Review journey, let's remember the amazing poets who started it all in 2024. . .
Portraits by: Tré
DECEMBER
Alan Abrams
We do not judge you,
as we roll across the sky—
we, the silent clouds.
NOVEMBER
Beth Surdut
Listening to Raven
The wind comes up cold in August
Coyotes bark in the valley
I sit on the mountain
Raven wings brushing my hair.
Pay attention to me, says
Raven.
I will. Tomorrow.
Right now, I’m distracted
Tied up. Tied down.
Raven sits in the juniper
Watching me as I draw him.
Looking at me
He swoops in to untie a knot.
He talks to me every day.
Light glancing off his feathers
Six drawings later
My eyes are reflected in his.
As I walk in the desert morning
Raven lands in front me
Listen, he says
And finally, I do.
OCTOBER
Nimue Brown
All Souls’ Night
Time, laid down in soil
Year upon year remembered
In dirt and buried relics.
We walk the contours of history
Stand on the enormity of millennia.
The dead are with us, all of them
Forever beneath us, within us
Layer upon layer of story,
Each life transformed to another.
Feast with the dead, feed upon them
Make them part of us, as we in turn
Will be eaten by the future.
There is no veil, only soil between us
And the bones we might excavate.
Around us the past remains present.
SEPTEMBER
Militia Vox
NYCTOPHILIA
Comfort in shadows
Under veil of night
Swaddled in starry darkness
A sea of fright
Amethyst lips
Tease like storm clouds
Rolling in like
Impending sins now
I am night
I am dreams
Death in the light
Nyctophilia
Breath that melts into
Moonlit charms
Buried deep in
Velvet arms
AUGUST
Sheila Murphy
Lorem Ipsum
Chance repeals unlikely chances to
amuse amaze just grace in lieu of
participation in participle manipulation.
If I were you I'd want to be less eye
for an eye than you from the hinterlands
you from replete with hailstones and threnody.
Parched parchement seahorse semaphore guardling
my predicate nom de plume my broom asweep
near fingers laced then undone.
Protowhatchamacallit down time bloom
with others then with cheat heat sheets
blowing in breeze light dark afternoon winter warm time.
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JULY
Goro Sakaki
Everything is Connected
Bathed in seven different types
of dazzling light,
Past resolutions and the scent of a new journey happily intertwines,
The precious essence held in poetry scatters divine sparks,
Generates an internal microcosm in the body, attune with
galactic equations,
A fateful reunion after several reincarnations,
It becomes a chain and spreads out into another human pattern,
With inspiration flying between distant lands,
My steps are light and my life goes along
with the comfortable flow.
Shorten the time it takes to learn of
Akasha's ulterior motives.
That's how everything is connected.
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JUNE
Pippa Phillips
From: Little Black Book
waking
to a setting sun
a dream I've dreamed before
MAY
Kimihito Sasa
Tanka
The simple three words
A password of “Let me in,”
it seems that I have
carelessly forgotten it
A window at morning glow
APRIL
Thomas L. Vaultonburg
X-Ray Binary Non-Binary System
After aeons we
Fall into each other for
One last dance—our first
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MARCH
Tré
Aetheric Heart
Remember that soft
Space caressing the betwixt
Is made of stardust
February
David Pedersen
Change
the pieces
remain permanent,
the artist
is the change.
January
Russil Tamsen
Dark Matter
Beyond their pond rim
Koi sense a tough mystery...
But can't crack that case.
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