Poetry - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

REFLECTIONBy Louise Lever Reflection The blended-up shocking-pink skinsOf a handful of frozen cranberries from the USA mixedWith a frozen skinless banana driesOn the sides of my empty smoothie glass. The Milk looks like sea foam, only it...

BABY POEMBy C.H. Coleman Naughty Feel delicious? Okay!“Decadent,” say it,think: herding happinessisn’t always enjoyable. One button too far ona billowy blouse revealsenough already – two, nowan interstate billboard, augments valley viewing.Obvious, but not obnoxious.Enough already! Walkinga third time...

ONIONBy Amanda Leigh OnionIf I peel off your layers like an onion,Will I find the ripe in you?Are you somewhere down under,Holding an abeyance of the truth?Your mind is a chasm;A puzzle I can’t seem...

THE LOVE OF LATINBy Howard Sage Amidst the cost of all that encompasses the blankiverse these days, tolls to pass this way or that, lights to save pedestrians from stalled vehicles en route to dump their loads of food, oil, chairs, desks,...

ODE TO MADAM CURIEBy Bray McDonald Ode to Madam Curie Whyfinds no comfortin reason. Shoutingdoesn’t help.Beggingbecomes a fierce round eggfree to ponder. What whips the creamof knowledgeis a sacrificiallamb. The Madonna of the Lilies     (William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1899) The pure white petals...

THE PERFECT POEMBy JR Solonche SONNET X X is the first letter of the fewest words, onereason why X is my favorite letter.X is a person, a thing, an agency, a factor,etc. of unknown identity. X...

LOVED LETTERBy Thea Tomaini Loved Letter A letter sent from a long-lost loverOpened with much hesitation trepidationUnfolding it in thirds and turning it overReveals the paper to be blank. It mirrors the look on my face in...

SIMULTANEOUS WORLDSBy Mark Hurtubise Momentary Tree Visit Oak -  holder of leaf nations,passageway for squirrels,jay and crow scribe. From its kiln, the sun exhalesafterlife upon you. *  Stepping into your silhouette -a breathing . . . irreversible memoriesor prophecies from...

RESILIENCEBy Andrew Hubbard My first name is MarybethMy last name changes about once a decade. I bought this little log cabinWith a stone-fenced vegetable patchFor a backyard, and startedReading gardening books,Started getting my hands dirtyWith some...

RETICENCEBy Rick Adams reticence a heart shatteredlike a brokenmirror; the shardsof glass slitthe wrists ofa man’s desire plagued with lonelinessand fear andhatred and distrust;happiness lost atrial and wassentenced to death a soul abductedand held captiveby emotional scarringthat may...