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

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...

SYMPHONYBy Amber McCready Symphony If I ever leave this world aliveI want my soul to be composedof every laugh my parents ever madeevery memory of reliefevery dream induced disbelief.I want to sleep like I am in...

   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...

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...

POEMSBy Osip Mandelstam / translated by Don Mager Untitled 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...

MIDWAYBy Michael Carr Midway A student asks me why Dantewandered off the straight path,and I tell him that midwaythrough his life he might findthe answer. Now, it would just be esoteric. I wake at three to the soundof...

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...

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,...

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...

   INNOCENCEBy Shayna Boisvert    ParthenonEven within my youth, I sensed something...I recall when it came to meTucked softly into bedHow irresistibly comforting it felt To be tucked within the sheetsI nnocentSwiftly this would end...I no longertake for...