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...
MY FATHER’S DOG TAGS – By Billy Malanga
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...
THE RIVER – By Anna Kapung
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...
POETRY TRANSLATIONS – By Len Krisak
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...
TABLE-SCARF – By Mary Jane White
TABLE-SCARFBy Mary Jane White
ENVOI
Having returned from beyond black bordersOver sundry riversI come to our final parting
& bring at last that kiss the departed are freely granted& call out wailing above your absence
Since separation forbids...
NOT YOU – By Sandra Hosking
NOT YOUBy Sandra Hosking
Cricket Serenade
Cricket sings his songWind carries it to TigerHer ear flicks then turns
Dragonfly
Why call it dragonIf it does not breathe fire?Heed its crushing jaw
Joe Wears a Cape
Joe wears a cape, superhero...
POEMS – By Osip Mandelstam, translated by Don Mager
POEMSBy Osip Mandelstam / translated by Don Mager
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Accept as gladness from my palmsA little sun and a little honeyAs the bees of Persephone directed.
Not to be untied is an unmoored boat,Not to be heard...
THE SURRENDER OF WILL – By John Grey
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...
NAMELESS MOMENTS – By Harold Barnes
NAMELESS MOMENTSBy Harold Barnes NAMELESS MOMENTSThis poemIs s proxyA placeholderFor every lapseIn my memoryIt representsThe fullness ofMy lifeA sum of allThe nameless momentsThat shaped meThe undersideOf the coinThe greater ofTwo evils PARANOIDI fear these wordsHave already...