Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

HOPESby Alexa Tirapelli “Hopes”His name was Bud Hopes, or Lou –something like that, or what-have-you.They found his journal in an abandoned barnamong dusty knick-knacks and next to his body,to which he had done some harm.They...

CITADELby Keith Carver CITADEL You teeter on the wall, that thatthat keeps the ancient world ancient, and talkas though to rid yourself of helium, Your voice is a rumor in the smog the semi-circleof tourists dangle their feet into. The...

PARISIAN PHOTO BOOTHby Mary Shanley Parisian Photo BoothIn the metro station,she was playing a sawlike it was a cello. It sounded like a theramin.The photo booth wasjust feet away.  Lisa and Icrammed into the singlespace and...

MANORby Ann Pedone Manor Particles of lightStrain to the seenIn the shadows of his heart. He knows her faceTaqstes her lips—Sun wrenched in the sky of her longing forThe sightHimInside—the inside of herGrowing upon t he sight...

ILLUMINATING POETRYby Judith Simon Prager Illuminating Poetry A candle, held up to the unknown          to fathom, or to pray against, what darkness holds.A lighthouse searchlight,          reaching out to assess the terrain          and find, in all that is, the similars...

ARTby Aditya Shankar Art A birdwove its nesttirelessly withbeak and wing,twig and grass,tweet and silence, deepinside the forest. A nest, demolishedand rebuilt, till it becamewhat the bird desired. It did not matter that the nestwas never titledor signed, spoken aboutor adulated. It hung there, a...

WHAT XERO OFFERSby Mark Young What Xero offers The leading online storage &file delivery service is enviedfor her use of the tropes she keeps in a secret gulag of unique art forms. Her young adult ministry is a global provider...

OUT OF THE BLUE IS TRUEby Tim Suermondt   DEAUVILLE The morning comes like movie stars,movie stars in sailboats. I’m no star in any configuration,but I acknowledge Beauty’s pecking orderand I gladly give her a pass on my...

ORANGE CATby Mark Jamieson   She Could BeShe would be the proof in the pudding,Once beyond the should not or shoulding.Ever always, that one stitch in time,Willing and able, to save other nine.Her manner, sweeter more...

BUDDYby Jonathan Andrew Perez Burn, Barn, Burn What remained couldn’t be salvaged from the shipwreck of my immobility.Climate change. Father warned me don’t dive deep:Wake before you go to sleep, migrate in the afternoonRead Borges, Neruda,...