DIALOGUES OF THE POOL By Christopher Perricone
DIALOGUES OF THE POOLBy Christopher Perricone
Dialogues of the Pool
I rememberThe dialogues of the pool,Interlocutors bobbing,The chlorine wavesSmacking their nipples,Currents of their children's urine,The pool's bottom painted blue.What men they were,Their dilemmas,Their cigars and sunglasses,Taking...
ALFRED AND MOSES – By Timothy Robbins
ALFRED AND MOSESBy Timothy Robbins
Alfred and Moses(for A.E. Housman)
I picture a Merchant Ivory flick.Young classicist with patrician cheeks,face of an Arabian prancer, featuresprecise as a Latin declension.His friend, the rowing Blue, with aClydesdale jaw...
SIMPLE PLEASURES ELUDE ME LIKE FIREFLIES
SIMPLE PLEASURES ELUDE ME LIKE FIREFLIESBy Shirley Jones-Luke
Simple Pleasures Elude Me like Fireflies
Joy flits away in the moonlight,solitude is the crystal tears of starsdropping in clouds that shift restlesslyabove a dark world, I feel...
AS OF NOW – By Jim Hanlen
AS OF NOWPoems by Jim Hanlen
As of Now
I've just gotten used to wherethe creek and stone belong.They found their place a long time ago.
For a long time I lived like smoke,uncertain, unsure where I...
A ROBIN IN WINTER – By Mark J. Mitchell
A ROBIN IN WINTERBy Mark J. Mitchell
A ROBIN IN WINTER
For John
Lost as a bird in a snowbankpropped on drifts of sheets, pillows,vanishing but present—Her beautiful eyes.There are no words.
Her cool love now distilledto almost...
IN LIMINE By Eugenio Montale, translated by Mary Jane White
IN LIMINEBy Eugenio Montale / translated by Mary Jane White
IN LIMINE
Delight, then—if the wind re-enter our conservatorybringing back to it, and to you, the surge of our life:here—where a deadtangle of memories subsides,—no garden...
THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1 – By Henry Reneau
THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1By Henry Reneau
Anne Waldman
If you turn the Goddess to stone, don't be surprisedif she doesn't bleed. —Andrea Potts
precariousness does not occur in isolationemerging slick & singed but fromloud moments of catastrophesalt...
TOURNÉE DU CHAT NOIR – By Susan Cossette
TOURNÉE DU CHAT NOIRBy Susan Cossette
Tournée du Chat Noir
It is a suitable night for lost souls.The Swiss Guard, clad head to toe in goldLead poets and painters into the smoky fold,Of those who fear...
THE BURNING SEASON – By Lazola Pambo
THE BURNING SEASONBy Lazola Pambo Winter is sentencedinto a silent cataclysmwhen the yellow-eyed chariotsrage upon humanitya battalion of immortal squadronnone of us have ever seen The last anniversary of the universeilluminated by a catharsisthe burning season...
AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POET – By Michael T. Smith
AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POETBy Michael T. Smith
Afterword: Or, the Amateur Poet
You thought you gripped the futureWhen you only brushed the dust from your handsand pinched earth's prurient cheekLike that of a chubby,...