Poetry - Year II - Number 7 - Volume II - June 2017

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...

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...

A POEM IN WHICH THE MOON REJECTS YOUBy Danielle Hanson  Instructions on Stripping Take the rotten unused light of the moon,Add what the mirror sees when it is dark—Forgetting is lovely at night. Throw away all that...

THE LADY'S EYESBy Jules Supervielle / translated by John J. Ronan This woman, whom I know, seems to herself unknown, absently off in the heavens wearing her weary expression, A rose made of cloth stiff on its iron stalk, and pearls...

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,...

SHADOWGRAPH 144: FROM ONE CAVITY TO ANOTHERBy Sean Howard shadowgraph 144: from one cavity to another(poetry detected in claude cohen-tannoudji’s nobel physics lecture, 1997) ‘the orchestrated effort’: detuning the spheres! (chime waves.) ‘sequencing,’ eventide, bells summoning the stars… (macbeth’sred carpet.) hulled, light...

SUMMER NEVER DIESBy Michael Jerry Tupa July Comes Only OnceHe lies transfixed in his bed,"Close to you,"sun's shadow paints a pattern on the opposite wall,summertime, no school, no homework,voice like an angel -- amplified by...

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...

LOVE IS IN THE PROOFBy Dr. Peter Scheponik Pond Song Today the pond has visitors, Canadian geese,an even dozen gliding across its rippling surface,the geese dip gracefully among the reedsrigid with December’s breath.They are a prayer...

FEET ON UNSTABLE WATERSBy Anna Kapung    THE  RIVER                                                                                  The river is the same conceitedProceeds with its own eloquenceOpen in its clarity and influenceDark is its colour it has influenceIts licence to hold what it knowsIts prerogative...