Nightingale & Sparrow

Category: melody (Issue No. VI)

  • Letter From the Editor – melody

    Dear Reader, 

    As we approach the halfway point of 2020, we never would have imagined the circumstances that would surround issue no. VI, melody, or that we’d be postponing the issue from its initial launch date. Our hearts go out to all those affected by the COVID-19 pandemic and we’re so grateful to those who’ve supported us through it—everyone who’s shown us patience, sent work our way, or purchased issues of the lit mag (like this one!) or Nightingale & Sparrow Press titles. We’ve had four books launch since March—A letter from your sheets // if your sheets could speak by Elizabeth Kemball, Dichotomy by Mikhayla Robinson, A Daughter for Mr. Spider by Megan Russo (who also serves as production manager here at N&S!) and Natalie by Keana Aguila Labra. We’re so excited to add melody to our spring lineup!  

    When issue no. V, love, came to be, I prefaced it in part with a note that the new year had already been chaotic. As you can imagine, that chaos has certainly intensified! But our team has been hard at work to bring a bit of a bright spot into being with melody. I’m so grateful to the members of our team who’ve kept us on-track, even when some of us (myself included) have struggled to adjust. At the end of the day, our N&S nest really is a community, and I’m so grateful to each one who makes our press possible. 

    Of course, that gratitude extends: thank you to our contributors, submitters, readers (like you!), followers, customers, and Ko-fi donors. As you likely know already, Nightingale & Sparrow is currently run on an entirely volunteer basis—every bit of income we bring in goes back to producing the literary magazine, website, and every print and digital book we put out. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

    With all that in mind, welcome to melody. We asked submitters to send us  “heartsongs and top hits, your ballads and breakup anthems. Share the songs that have made you who you are and the soundtrack to the worst moments of your life. Sing us to sleep and make us dance to the beats.” Let Linda McMullen’s “Daphne” and Kathleen McKitty Harris’ “New York’s (Just Like) Starting Over” pull at your heartstrings and “Soft susurrus” by Athena Melliar and “A little love poem on a little love poem” by N.D. Erwin lull you. Lean into the music that plays through each page. 

    Thank you again from all of us at Nightingale & Sparrow. Enjoy melody and stay tuned for schoolhouse this summer! 

    Juliette Sebock

    Editor-in-Chief, Nightingale & Sparrow

  • melody – micropoems

    In the leadup to our sixth issue, melody, we shared a series of micropoems from some talented submitters:

  • A Change Of Key

    A Change Of Key

    Lynn White

    We were in perfect harmony;
    matching our moves
    perfectly in tune
    singing like angels
    straight out of Paradise.

    But all it took was a change of key
    for us to fall out of step.
    Just a few notes at first –
    soft as snowflakes
    and no damage done.
    The angels caught them before they fell.

    Then one crashed.

    We floundered.

    A discord is always a shock,
    more so when it follows a melody.

    Soon they came pouring down –
    cascades of discords
    sharp as hailstones.

    And now we are falling,
    deserted by the angels,
    out of step
    off key
    tuneless
    finished
    separated
    by discord;
    our past melodies gone.

    Lynn White

  • To A Singer, From Her Songs

    To A Singer, From Her Songs

    Clare O’Brien

    You have driven us for years.
    Counting our notes like sheep, urging us over storm-weathered hills.

    Our cries are nothing to you.
    Some you catch, stretching them beyond your rhythm, into the dark.

    Some of us you call, softly at first;
    Some you flay alive, the sound reverberating as you feed.

    Sated, you are tender then;
    caressing our bones, draping our wet skins over the chords to dry.

    Clare O’Brien

  • RC deWinter

    RC deWinter

    RC deWinter

    Poetry Contributor

    RC deWinter’s poetry is widely anthologized, notably in New York City Haiku (NY Times, 2/2017), easing the edges: a collection of everyday miracles, (Patrick Heath Public Library of Boerne, 11/2021) The Connecticut Shakespeare Festival Anthology (River Bend Bookshop Press, 12/2021), in print: 2River, Event, Gargoyle Magazine, the minnesota review, Night Picnic Journal, Plainsongs, Prairie Schooner, Southword, The Ogham Stone, Twelve Mile Review, York Literary Review among many others and appears in numerous online literary journals.  


    Works in Nightingale & Sparrow

    Dancing Master

    Awaiting your ghost

    Meteor Envy

  • Ode to Klickitat Cabin

    Ode to Klickitat Cabin

    — for Henry & Betsy

    Joann Renee Boswell

    noise pollution scant,
    echo drift sound-surround
    click-a-click-a-click-a-tat
    keyboard grounded,
    conjoined trees skyrocket
    cascade kerfuffle overhead
    crunch-a-crack-a-racket
    pine cones crash collide
    Earth-bound like these words,
    whirling brain-mirrors,
    virile temptresses yurt-lure,
    shimmer south, cicada
    plants irreverent rhythms,
    Vivaldi applauds trip
    into posterity, pines persist,
    drop seeds, plunging deeper,
    thud soft as August sweet
    grass, trembling virginal
    wedding night, clouds
    besotted butter-dish-glide,
    simmer soil tryst
    sun-ripened blackberry lips,
    butterfly super powers
    elevate, Pine-Elevator, lift
    transcendent mortality, fly
    final kiss, dip, encircle eternal
    indebted atmosphere swoon.

    globe me whole.

    Joann Renee Boswell

  • Jogging to Reich

    Jogging to Reich

    Stuart Rawlinson

    Early this morning
    as traffic scraped the roads
    and traffic helicopters
    clogged the quiet sky,
    I ran with Steve Reich.

    Music For 18 Musicians.
    Imperial to metric and back again;
    Section I caught my breath
    early, head shaking
    mechanically in time.

    In Section II, I skipped
    every fifth step,
    I thought, but the time
    signatures jolted my
    staccato, flat feet.

    I got as far as Section IIIA
    when my knees collided,
    ankles together.
    At least my wrists hit
    the ground in perfect synchrony.

    Stuart Rawlinson

  • Paris In Song

    Paris In Song

    Pallavi Narayan

    Pallavi Narayan

  • Sylvia and the Lorelei

    Sylvia and the Lorelei

    Kevin Densley

    Sylvia walks a narrow path
    through a forest of tall trees,
    drawn by voices calling her
    from the fathomless depths
    of the freezing river,
    the voices of maidens
    with long, flowing,
    marble-heavy hair.
    Pinned to the sky
    is a Gothic moon,
    which Sylvia barely notices
    as, entranced by the voices,
    she advances;
    a voluptuous virgin chorus
    is calling her,
    calling her,
    calling to her
    as they rise through the twilit deep.
    She’s a slave to their siren song
    as they sing
    that this is a night to drown in.

    Kevin Densley

  • Kourtina

    Kourtina

    Zebib K. A.

    Their stage is wrapped in a shadowy cape,
    red velvet.
    It’s electrified with anticipation;
    it quivers, twist and turns,
    sweeps apart towards the sky.

    There are moments when the gods’ cloth parts,
    when the scene of all scenes
    bursts out in a blow.
    Blow song,
    toot pipes.

    The melody leaps and
    tugs at the retreat.
    A sound which holds all mystery,
    chants, arias, crescendos, and decrescendos.
    The audience perks up their ears
    and leans in.

    The child’s heart is spun.
    What haven is this sound
    for the last vestiges of magic?
    The ear tricks us,
    the rising lights trick us.

    On a screen, the long-dead actors play their part.
    Colorize!
    Play our own music!
    Behind their wide eyes and open mouths.

    Zebib K. A.