Bramble Winter/Spring 2024 print issue is now available.
Editor’s Note
Welcome to the Winter/Spring issue of Bramble, a collection of twenty-two poems centered around the theme of marvel.
We received a wide range of submissions relating to art, dance, and music; health, science, and technology; nature, romance, and other poetic content.
These offerings are not only beautiful but thought-provoking. The author of “Fireflies on a June Evening” asks, “How would we live differently if we knew we had but two months to love?” And the author of “When I Held the Eagle” wonders, “Did it register my respect, admiration, awe?”
The topic of marvel is a large one, inexhaustible in its scope. My selections for this issue will both lift and ground you to the here and now, engage your heart, mind, and spirit. I am honored to present the talent of Wisconsin poets, to showcase their exceptional work.
Jeannie E. Roberts
Winter/Spring 2024
Jeannie E. Roberts has authored eight books, six poetry collections and two illustrated children's books. Her most recent collection is titled The Ethereal Effect - A Collection of Villanelles (Kelsay Books, 2022). An award-winning artist and poet, she serves as a poetry editor for the online literary magazine Halfway Down the Stairs and is an Eric Hoffer and a two-time Best of the Net award nominee.
Artist Bio
Matthew Koller is a photographer and fine art printer located in Green Bay, Wisconsin. His involvement in photography began in the mid-nineties as a teen. Rescuing his high school’s darkroom from being a storage closet, he began to teach himself how to develop film and print. To this day he still has a passion for printing using traditional techniques and materials.
In his journey he has been featured in numerous publications and has been the recipient of many awards including the Artstreet “Award of Excellence”. He currently owns and operates Distinction Photo in Green Bay with his wife, Sheri.
Matthew can be found on Youtube @distphoto shooting film and printing in his darkroom.
White plumes grace the shallows,
elegant, pristine,
Tall white spruce throw reflections on the stagnant Peshtigo River,
a light breeze sets them to shimmer in rippled, slate-colored water.
I saw Scorpio in the southern sky
but below that stars were blinking
that damp November of the soul
undone by a single late-blown rose
The waves kiss the shore
delicately touching
I cradled the eagle
like a babe in arms,
The hand-hewn cedar
Adirondack chair your grandfather
You interrupt the sky
with more sky. Voodoo
I am startled to discover a fish tank in a corner of the University
Student Union. The tank is built into the wall. A plaque tells the story:
That red squirrel sure has smarts.
It’s been days since we last saw him,
Some treat grief like a long lost relative
who has passed to the other side—
That moment of just before:
the plane at full throttle,
Every morning
four doves perch high
The paintings on the gallery walls captivated me.
Masterpieces.
This dawn, filled with wonder—
all thin-cloud angles
Free from the need to axel and lutz,
all the choreography’s tied
The day stood still—if just for a moment
when we left the eye clinic
The neighbor beckoned me into his backyard.
My first encounter with him after living years across the street.
What I want you to remember is not
these words I have written, but this:
Alexa, play dance music, I instruct, emulate Uma
in Pulp Fiction, sweep two fingers over each eye,
21st century media brings vicarious thrills
into my Midwest home daily and hourly