Adelaide Literary Magazine

A BALLAD I WISH I WISH I RUNBy Sam Landry A Ballad I Wish I Wish I Run stuck in the roadcoiled under breathdeep under rollingtides green from thegall one can haveearly in the morningwiping the...

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...

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...

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...

FEED FLOWERSBy Mark Taksa  Feed FlowersWind, if it woke, might scrape a leafagainst the planks. Flowers wilt in the pot.A departed wind pushed the watering can, dry,to its side. Dry wood shows through porch paint.Long...

NATURE / STOP / IGNOREBy Karl Miller Nature/violence (Diptych) Stop (Triptych) Ignore (Diptych) About the Author: Karl Miller’s fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous periodicals, including RE:AL, Portland Review, Subtle Tea, Cold Mountain Review and others; his play,...

SMALL TOWN IN OHIOBy John Grey There was a father oncewho raged from Maine to California,who must have figured only metal survives,so he would always be metal,backed up with fiststhick and hard as the stone...

POETRY TRANSLATIONSBy Len Krisak EUGENIO MONTALE:. . . BUT LET IT BE. THE BUZZ OF A CORNET . . . but let it be. The buzz of a cornet                  Converses with the bees that swarm the oaks.Inside...

MY FATHER’S DOG TAGSBy Billy Malanga My Father’s Dog Tags The name on my father’s brass dog tagsdoesn’t match his driver’s license.The gunfire caves filled with burning fleshand bloodshot south Pacific surfhad taken its toll. He...

   DREAM PATHSBy Denny E. Marshall   Spiral LongingFreedomIn DNAIn all of usImmuneTo evolution    Dream PathsI often wonder why dreams seem so realSome recalled most evaporate like frostMind has a failsafe what not to revealI often wonder why...