Poetry - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

FLOWERS SCENES FOR THE PRIE-DIEUBy Anna Evas      1    Wisteria How is it, being real,you evoke the unreal?In Tuam, your aerial lavenderssuggest a soiree...

ACROSS MY BROW by Thad Elmore Beyond the fence I keep a garden out back just beyond the fenceIf you stand on a...

NAILSby Jennifer L. Collins  NailsYou used to paint your nails,fluttering them in the airaround us as if they were mosquitosto dart and stingtheir color along clothingor my cheek,threatening feminine touchwhile drying on makeshift...

VELIMIR CHLEBNIKOV POEMStranslated by Boris Kokotov I don't know whether the Earth is spinning or not... I don't know whether the Earth is spinning or not,                           It...

GHOST GUMSby Jan Napier PINK QUARTZ PEBBLE Who knows how to speak the philosophy of stone?Each pebble dust humble but not easily formed for all that.  Born...

THESE ARE THE OPEN ARMSby Ralph Geeplay These Are the Open Arms You woke me upwhen I was dead,teaching the nightstars wantonly to obeythe Atlantic; then...

ARTISANby Anthony Lawrence    Leonard CohenAt a Jewish food stall, considering knaidlach, shakshuka and falafel, Leonard Cohen took my order. His apron was dusted with fingerprints. His name badge flashed in the sun as...

MISSING MESSAGESby David Ryan Palmer The White Letters Dearest son,I hope this letter finds you well. I have not seen your address since the accident, but my friends here have...

SUNRISEby George Korolog  Smelling as a Position Now there is just the hard cement under your feet,a foot path where birds might surprise youwith a suggestion...

A STUDIO DISTURBANCEby John Grey UNCLE RAY’S MEMORIES OF VIETNAM In one battlehe saw a soldierripped to piecesby barbed wire and shell,and the guy pleaded with...