Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

TO THAWBy Annelise Mozzoni Kenmore Electric Dryer Room steeped in blue,her and I,folding cotton waves. Standing in a swallow of light,she pulls sheets...

CONSIDERED OVERBy Victoria Randall PSYCHO AND SOMATIC red artillery aims to inflame injurywhite walls raise to slay diseasestoo diffuse to destroyan air light feeling firstthat later...

LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKEDBy Don McLeod                                                                                                                Excerpt from the full-length poetry book (Leaping With Your Legs Locked) Leaping With Your Legs Locked(section 4)

MY GRETELby John O'Connor  My Gretel My sister never called me Hanselbut she knew I would lead her to trouble.The hollyhocks looked at us mischievously

MY FAVORITE NIECEBy Patrick Mahoney THE BASEMENT OR THE ATTIC The line is long and never-endingAs it winds throughout the skyAcross the clouds that hide the...

WHEN I DREAM WELLBy David Matthews When I Dream Well Her head held as if she were posingnow for Renoir, yesterday Rodin,her face I knowfrom when...

LOVELY DREAMSBy Mitchel Montagna For Ann, 1953-1970 There’s darkness ahead, with reels of grief.But on Christmas Eve nobody could know.They gathered in church to voice their...

PURPLE DAWNBy Edward Bonner FEW WILL HEAR HIS WORDS What thou find in a poor man's walletAn amazing talentTo surviveHolding true to God's wordA secret for...

SELF TALKBy Emily Butler  Self Talk Looks like somebody forgot to take their Dylar this morning. Did you wake up on the wrong...