Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

GAZESBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo  Gazes A refrigerator slides down the street,moved by the wind.Its owner chases it."I'm a doctor!", "I'm a doctor!",she will have to say,this woman, some time later,in a courtroom.Mrs. Toolson is eight months...

DAY AT THE BEACHBy Debbie Richard LuminescenceExuding brilliance, you step into a roomas an actor steps onto a stage,heads turn, instantly drawn to your smile,the tilt of your head, the gracefulway you carry yourself –an...

ON VIEWING THE CORPSE OF MY MOTHER-IN-LAW By Nolo Segundo How could this –thing, have been her?Lying shriveled and small on the bedAs those who loved (and feared) herGathered in the bereft hospital roomTo let their...

GHOSTSBy Richard Dinges, Jr. Ghosts When young, I viewedthe outside worldin a black and whitebox, veiled by a thindusting of snow, voicesa static blend spokenin simple sentences,that winded outwhen I slept, mythoughts and memoriesechoed by ghoststhat...

FAREWELLBy George Freek FAREWELL (After Tu Fu) Now we have to part.You go in one direction,I go in the other.Will we be drunk together,ever again? Last night,walking beside the lake,we sang ballads to the moon,nearly until...

WALKING…selectionsBy Patrick Hurley *** letters and numbers convergethen dissolve into pure sound suddenly visible in the pavementa repeated pattern of circles late sounds come to usapproaching dissonance beautifully eyes burn and water–the airborne miasma each cold breath a knife bladeand...

AMBITIONBy Abigail Van Kirk Ambition Scrape coffee grounds from under nails for the altar. Lift up tatters of atriums and ventricles,two each for disheartened ones,beside other meagerbruised-fruit offerings. Peaches in sick-sweet rottenness,     downing their pits and kulningwith this throat.Swallow...

THE RAPTURE OF FUNK By Lenny Lewis Two nights before Frediawas due backfrom elective castrationI carried her one-eyedblack dog down the stairs.Both of us soakedin his urine.It was all he could doto stand up. Totteringin circles....

GONE GIRLBy Lana Bella ENWREATHED Now she knew it has been wintersoaking long stretches of rivers and fields. Moving hands intopockets thick of tweed, skin feltthe hollows flaked softly whatsnow patterns made, enwreathedto the islands of her bone-bed.Parched...

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 beliefin tones as serene as the falling snow.   Ann’s brother served...