Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

FROM HERE TO THEREBy Roger Singer   FROM HERE TO THEREHe wore a loud tie.  Checkeredshirt and black high top sneakers.Thoughts tumbled from him like leaves;fast tracks combined with solid sounds.He mumbles a prayer, though not...

(S)LAUGHTERBy Henry 7. Reneau, Jr. (S)laughter Silent as something dark to sparkle from.  The slight degreeswhere the truth goes missing.  When we exit with or without intentionone ruthless traditionof social ruination for another.  The antidote'sunmentioned nod to...

LATE AT NIGHTBy Daniel Senser  Late at Night The clock is drunk and I’m too soberTo sit and listen to it unwind.Each tick and tock of its time pours overLike a wino spilling over the sides.The...

PURGEBy Matt Barker Purge Recently, I have been guiltyof leavingthe paper blank a writer is onlyas goodas the ink                    that makes itonto the paper I am scared I might have                                                lost it….. Deposit the day is drowningunable to endurethe unflinching trickle of time writers never...

THINGS IN A GAPBy Eduardo Escalante Again Google, Mo Gawdat lines on happinessLemons or magnet for us?Rational smells with an old story:What part of my glass would I drink?Would I be a different actor?On the...

SEXPECTATIONSBy Kathy Coman  Sexpectationsi can’t help but to thinkabout what tomorrow will bringafter i tasted the sweetness of your kissthat paralyzed my heart what have you done to me that has me longing for days that have...