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April 15~ SHEILA MURPHY

4/15/2026

 
Poetry lovers, today it's an honor to shine the spotlight on the talented and prolific Sheila Murphy. Please enjoy "Bee Breath" and "As the Decibels Meander Forth." Thank you, Sheila, for sharing your love of words with SHINE international poetry series!
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Editor’s Note: According to online sources, a “breviary” is a liturgical book used in Christianity for praying the canonical hours, usually recited at seven fixed prayer times
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Sheila E. Murphy.  A Pushcart-nominated poet, Murphy’s most recent book publications:  I Want to Be Your Radio (Unlikely Books, 2025), Escritoire (Lavender Ink, 2025), Permission to Relax (BlazeVOX Books, 2023). Gertrude Stein Poetry Award for Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Hay(ha)ku Book Prize for Reporting Live From You Know Where (Meritage Press, 2018). She lives in Phoenix, Arizona.

April 10~ VINCENZO COHEN

4/10/2026

 
Poetry lovers, today we're shining the spotlight on Italian writer, Vincenzo Cohen. Please enjoy his poem "The Palace" (from Cretan Sea) and "Spirit Rising" (from Army of Bodies). Thank you, Vincenzo, for sharing your gift of words with SHINE!
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ARTIST STATEMENT

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My poems speak of biographical experiences and I use to write right away whenever I get the chance. I consider all art expressions I deal with closely connected since for me the creative process is a flow that sweeps towards different forms merging in a poetic vision of existence.
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Prior publish credits include:  
Poesia, Collana Ominium, Susil Edizioni, Carbonia SU (IT), March 2022
The AutoEthnographer Literary & Arts Magazine, Armored Corps: The Spirit of Combativeness and Human Resilience, vol. 4, issue 3, Fort Lauderdale (US), September 2024

April 9~ NANCY BYRNE IANNUCCI

4/9/2026

 
Welcome back, poetry lovers! Today at SHINE, I'm pleased to spotlight Nancy Byrne Iannucci, with a beautiful photo (by Emily Byrne Hickman) to boot! Please enjoy "Like Ghosts," "Unanswered Questions" (previously published by Poem Alone), and "Earth." ​Thank you, Nancy, and Emily, for sharing your talents with the SHINE international poetry community!
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All Saints Church – Wribbenhall, Bewdley, England By Emma Byrne Hickman
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Nancy Byrne Iannucci's poetry can be found in Thrush Poetry Journal, 34 Orchard, The Poetry Lighthouse, Eunoia, and Maudlin House, among others. She is the author of four chapbooks and a two-time Best of the Net Nominee. www.nancybyrneiannucci.com and on Instagram: @nancybyrneiannucci
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​Emma Byrne Hickman is a nature photographer who resides in the countryside of England. Her photographs aim to capture moments of wonder and awe found in the natural world.

April 8~ ERIC PAUL SHAFFER

4/8/2026

 
Friends and poetry lovers, today I am absolutely delighted to shine the spotlight on Hawaii-based poet, Eric Paul Shaffer. Please enjoy Shaffer's moving poem "King Tide," written for his late brother, as well as (the perfectly reasonable!) "Why I Have No Tattoos" -- two poems which, through differing topics, convey the scope of Shaffer's work. Thank you, Eric, for sharing your words with SHINE international poetry series!
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Eric Paul Shaffer lives in what’s left of the Koʻolau Volcano on the fractured edge of the Nuʻuanu Landslide, Hawaiʻi’s largest local submarine landslide, covering hundreds of miles of seafloor and occurring more than a million years ago. Today, the caldera is peaceful enough for Shaffer, retired and full of words, to repeatedly write poems. Rejected by the most discriminating reviews, journals, and magazines on the planet, Shaffer’s ten books of poems include Second Nature; Free Speech; Green Leaves: Selected & New Poems; Even Further West; A Million-Dollar Bill; and Lāhaina Noon. Shaffer does not surf, yet lives on O‘ahu.

April 2~ MARTY SHAMBLES

4/2/2026

 
Today we're shining the spotlight on Texas-based poet Marty Shambles. Please enjoy his poem, "When I Was Too High To Smoke." Thank you, Marty, for sharing your words with SHINE international poetry series. Wishing everyone a pleasant weekend, and we'll be back next week with more new poems for NaPoMo!

When I Was Too High To Smoke

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Marty Shambles is a poetry editor and writer-in-residence at Blood+Honey. Published and produced playwright. Poet laureate of railroad tracks and greasy spoons. He lives in Texas and has a GED.



April 1~ MICHAEL IGOE

4/1/2026

 
Happy National Poetry Month! To get things started here at SHINE, it's a pleasure to put the spotlight, once again, on Michael Igoe with his poem, "Other End of the Day," previously published in D.O.R. (Deadly Orgone Radiation) Issue 6 available on Amazon. Please enjoy! Thank you, Michael, for sharing your words with SHIN​E international poetry series!
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Michael Igoe, city boy, neurodiverse, whose work appears in journals and anthologies (available at amazon.com, lulu,com, barnesandnoble.com). Editor's Choice Award National Library of Poetry(Owing Mills MD) 1997. Best of the Net Nomination 2023. poetry-in-motion.org 

March 26~ JOHN GREY

3/26/2026

 
Hi there, poetry fans and thanks for stopping by! SHINE poetry welcomes back poet John Grey with two moving poems:  The Boys After School, and Second Chance. Thank you, John, for sharing your words with SHINE international poetry series!

As a PSA:  SHINE Spotlights are a going to be a bit spotty (see what I did there?!) this week and next, but but don't worry, SHINE has plenty of great writers lined up for National Poetry Month...right around the corner!

The Boys After School

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Second Chance

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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Shift, Trampoline and Flights. Latest books, Bittersweet, Subject Matters, and Between Two Fires are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Levitate, White Wall Review, and Willow Review.

March 19~ A.M. HAYDEN

3/19/2026

 
As we approach the weekend, SHINE has one more Spotlight for this week...two poems by the prolific A.M. Hayden! Please enjoy, "At the Frankenmuth Dog Bowl Events, I See Racing and Dock Dive Dogs," which is part of a larger poem published in VIPF Boundless Anthology, (also) March 2026; and "When My Husband Put Vin Into AI." Thank you, A.M., for once again sharing your words with SHINE international poetry series!
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A.M. Hayden served as Poet Laureate for Sinclair College from 2021-2025 and is a Tenured Professor of Humanities, Philosophy, and World Religions, receiving the League for Innovation Teaching Excellence Award (2020) and the Distinguished Faculty Scholars Award (2024). She has two full length poetry collections (American Saunter: Poems of the U.S. and Old World Wings: Poems of Europe) and one chapbook (How to Tie Tobacco), published by FlowerSong Press and Wild Ink Publishing. Twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize and a River Heron Editors' Choice Winner, she lives on a windy farm with her family and many rescues including a blind, three-legged dog named Vinny Valentine and a three-legged goat named Old Man Jenkins.

March 18~ C. OULENS

3/18/2026

 
Welcome back, poetry lovers, and thanks for stopping by, where today we're shining the spotlight on India-based poet C. Oulens with "Birefringence" and "Of Real Reflections." Thank you, C. Oulens, for sharing your work with SHINE!

Birefringence

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Of Real Reflections

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C. Oulens is an upcoming poet from India. An ex-academic and a nature lover with interest in human psychology, she writes at the intersection of emotions, relationships, and conflicts with the natural & built environment. Her poetry engages with radical questions on individual and society, suffused with sentience, wit and satire. She's the first prize recipient of the “3rd Annual Poe-It Like Poe 2025” poetry contest for her poem “Seen Unseen”. Her works have been published in The Broken Spine anthologies, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Candyman’s Trumpet, The Starbeck Orion, FromOneLine, Verseve, SciFanSat, and in haiku journals including Pan Haiku Review, 575 Haiku Journal, Poetry Pea, Haiku Pause, The Solitary Daisy, Folk Ku, Failed Haiku, and Heterodox Haiku. She writes on Bsky as owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social

March 17~ JESSICA EDMOND

3/17/2026

 
Happy St. Patrick's Day to those who celebrate! I hope everyone's wearing their green today (or maybe some orange?!). In that vein, today we're shining the spotlight on "Dress Code," an evocative poem by American writer Jessica Edmond. Thank you, Jessica, for sharing your love of words with SHINE international poetry series!

Dress Code

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Jessica Edmond is a writer whose work grows out of memory, endurance, and the quiet aftermath of lived experience. She has written across poetry, creative nonfiction, essays, and children’s literature, often returning to questions of power, intimacy, and how people carry what they survive. Her writing has been shaped by illness, faith, loss, and the long work of learning how to name things accurately. She lives in Northwest Arkansas and believes language matters most when it refuses to smooth what happened.

March 13~ Cece Warg

3/13/2026

 
This Friday at SHINE, we're putting the spotlight on a young writer from the American Upper Midwest, Cece Warg, who brings us two imaginative poems:  "faerie" and "Emotion Senses." Thank you, Cece, for thinking of SHINE as a home for your words!

faerie

The way it was brought about into words 
From the poet, the dreamer, the writer 
It was whispered from the beaks of the birds 
How she, the girl, saw the world was brighter 
For us it is boring, and old, and bleak 
Where we leaped over muddy old water 
She jumped and she splashed and she played in the creek 
She was pretty and swam like an otter 
At night, when nobody saw, she unfurled 
Her pixie wings were gossamer and silk 
Her hair was bronze, and she had it curled 
Her alabaster skin was white as milk 
She was a faerie, though nobody knew 
She looked like an angel the way she flew

Emotion Senses

Love
It smells like sweet perfume and musky cologne 
It tastes like cherry lip gloss 
It sounds like a sigh and a giggle 
It feels like the satisfaction of finishing a loved book 
It is the color of pink lemonade in the summer 
It looks like grasped hands and arms around waists 
It happens when eyes meet across the sand 
Love is the wildness of late nights and the calm of the mornings
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Cece Warg is from small-town North Dakota. She has lived there her entire life and is new to writing poetry. She loves reading any books she can get her hands on, but specifically romance, science fiction, and fantasy.


March 12~ BEN NARDOLILLI

3/12/2026

 
Poetry fans, thanks for stopping by SHINE for your poetry ​fix today, where we're shining the spotlight on MFA Candidate Ben Nardolilli. Please enjoy his two poems "Building Codes" and "Assertive Rhythms." Thank you, Ben, for sharing your words with SHINE international poetry series.

Building Codes

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Assertive Rhythms

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Ben Nardolilli is a scrivener and a theoretical MFA candidate at Long Island University. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Door Is a Jar, The Delmarva Review, Red Fez, The Oklahoma Review, JMWW, Quail Bell Magazine, and Slab. Follow his publishing journey at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.

March 11~ ELLA B. WINTERS, and BETTY POWDRILL

3/11/2026

 
Welcome back, poetry fans! Today we're shining the spotlight on a duo of UK-based poets, Ella B. Winters and Betty Powdrill who have collaborated to write the poems: "Dinner Theatre" and "Today Is A Good Day." Thank you, Ella and Betty, for these delightful pieces. 

Dinner Theatre

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Today Is A Good Day

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PictureElla B. Winters
Ella B. Winters (she/they) is a social worker, researcher, and writer. A double immigrant, she is currently living on the South-East coast of England. Her poetry often explores themes of identity, memory and belonging. It has been published or is forthcoming in The Aftershock Review, Full House, Black Iris, Wildscape, Outskirts and elsewhere, and was twice nominated for the Pushcart prize. She is an associate editor at Shadow & Sax. Instagram: @ella.b.winters and Bluesky: @ella-b-winters.bsky.social

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Betty Powdrill is a poet based in Yorkshire, England. A sucker for compassion, noticing the tiny moments and buying more notebooks than she’ll ever be able to fill, she drafts in pencil - messy and urgent - then presses her words into permanence on her vintage typewriter. Her poetry has been published in Page Gallery Journal, Flare Magazine, Shadow and Sax and Azarão Lit Journal, amongst others. Instagram: @betty.p.poetry

March 5~ SEAN WANG

3/5/2026

 
Welcome back, poetry community. Today we're shining the spotlight on three poems by the talented Sean Wang. Please enjoy: Quarry Ledger, Salt-Stained Post, and Fuse Box Easter. Thank you, Sean, for sharing your work with SHINE international poetry series!

Quarry Ledger

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Salt-Stained Post

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Fuse Box Easter

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Sean Wang is a Pushcart Prize and Best Small Fictions nominated poet and PhD candidate. His poems appear or are forthcoming in West Trade Review, ONE ART, wildscape. literary journal, among others. He can be found on Instagram at @sean_wang1997.

March 3~ STRIDER MARCUS JONES

3/3/2026

 
Today, SHINE welcomes back UK-based poet Strider Marcus Jones, with three new poems:  The Patterns, The Sun Drips Down, and This Now My Thoughts. It's a joy to read his work. Thanks, Strider, for sharing!

The Patterns

somewhere
in everywhere
everybody
happens
in the patterns,
like flocks
of rocks
gathered to the lobby
of Saturn's
rings,
graded
and sorted
into ugly and beautiful
useful
things;
all something
out of nothing
but not absolute nothing:
it seems matter
that Mad Hatter
and plectrums of light
make tunes of self similarity settle and fight
repeating this same existence
without remembered resistance.

The Sun Drips Down

i don't feel like a stranger
in your ease
as i come to know
your fast and slow
above, below
waves and seas
roving like a ranger.
a draft through the floor
moves the closed to door,
spills wax, wafts candlelight,
and in music more slight
behind words said
becomes a squeezed breeze-
that warms in and out
where all love's doubt
left and fled.
as the shades of strings we shed,
uncoil and leave our head,
the sun drips down
ultraviolet turning brown
the sated flesh,
whose oliveness
soon condenses,
freeing long suppressed senses
to understand each other's expectation
knowing love is more than our creation. ​

This Now My Thoughts

​this now my thoughts
open at the image of your name
won't be revealing
the secrets they explain-
do you do the same
on these out walks
remembering the rain
drop fractals on us feeling.
back we go again,
without preachers
or bad teachers,
harvest high with hope
just us and frayed strands
of poetry and bands
on this bridge of notes
our mind spans.
in give we've got
the bloom of this plot
in garden to river
shaping start and stop
the melting clock
of body quake then quiver
through the Dreamtime day night
and soul spirit lit by landscape light.
we climb the Orange Rock
to revert back far
but have no Gaelic croft
to live in who we are.
it has changed hands
until the purpose of these lands
shoots dissenting music out of birds
and sucks all truth from ancient words
so existence is
another language.
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Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate, and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal; a member of The Poetry Society, nominated for the Pushcart Prize x4 and Best of the Net x3. His five published books of poetry (https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/) reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

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    From the international poetry community, we have a "luxury of stars," as Sylvia Plath might say, and it is SHINE's honor to provide a home for their words with the online Spotlight series as well as SHINE Quarterly. Click on the logo above to learn more. And...keep writing, keep shining!
    In poetry,
    Samantha Terrell, EIC
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    Stars Over the Dordogne

    Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy
    Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker
    Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless.
    The woods are a well. The stars drop silently.
    They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible.
    Nor do they send up fires where they fall
    Or any signal of distress or anxiousness.
    They are eaten immediately by the pines.

    Where I am at home, only the sparsest stars
    Arrive at twilight, and then after some effort.
    And they are wan, dulled by much travelling.
    The smaller and more timid never arrive at all
    But stay, sitting far out, in their own dust.
    They are orphans. I cannot see them. They are lost.
    But tonight they have discovered this river with no trouble,
    They are scrubbed and self-assured as the great planets.

    The Big Dipper is my only familiar.
    I miss Orion and Cassiopeia's Chair. Maybe they are
    Hanging shyly under the studded horizon
    Like a child's too-simple mathematical problem.
    Infinite number seems to be the issue up there.
    Or else they are present, and their disguise so bright
    I am overlooking them by looking too hard.
    Perhaps it is the season that is not right.

    And what if the sky here is no different,
    And it is my eyes that have been sharpening themselves?
    Such a luxury of stars would embarrass me.
    The few I am used to are plain and durable;
    I think they would not wish for this dressy backcloth
    Or much company, or the mildness of the south.
    They are too puritan and solitary for that--
    When one of them falls it leaves a space,

    A sense of absence in its old shining place.
    And where I lie now, back to my own dark star,
    I see those constellations in my head,
    Unwarmed by the sweet air of this peach orchard.
    There is too much ease here; these stars treat me too well.
    On this hill, with its view of lit castles, each swung bell
    Is accounting for its cow. I shut my eyes
    And drink the small night chill like news of home.

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