Home Poetry - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

Poetry - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

    MEDUSA by Andre DeCuir

    MEDUSAby Andre DeCuir When My Father Calls When my father calls, we talk of birds,how the blue jays cannonball,their  large bodies splashingwater out of his birdbaths:old...

    SAY ANYTHING by Austin Adams

    SAY ANYTHINGby Austin Adams Carrion Flower Faint fragrance of aFlower too subtle forHuman sense.It is there. What one cannot know,Call by any name:Iandipan,...

    SLEEPY WHALE by Terry Brinkman

    SLEEPY WHALEby Terry BrinkmanSonnet CCLXVIIBristles shining wirily in weak lightLady Chapel Jack Priest PeacockMotley affairs of a moss covered rolling rockLast swig of the Challis at twilightLoom of the Moon-lightPat of her...

    TABLE FOR ONE by Alan Berger

    TABLE FOR ONEby Alan Berger   I’m lonely  ButI’m well bredWell read Well fed                                                                                              My favorite position in bedIs laying aloneBeing off the phoneI’m lonelyBut stay out of my zoneI’m lonelyButI don’t like peopleThey accelerate my evilI’m...

    THE FROGS by Bruce Morton

    THE FROGSby Bruce Morton Holocaust Memorial, Berlin It is a stretch to transform sorrow, ash, guilt—loss.But the stelae are concrete, not abstract starsFallen in firmament, a...

    NORTHERN ISLET by Danielle Hanson

    NORTHERN ISLETby Danielle Hanson Northern Islet All the saints here are made of stone,eternal life mocked by their crumbling.I pick up the stones and swallow them...

    LOOKING UP AT THE SKY by John McKernan

    LOOKING UP AT THE SKYby John McKernan   LOOKING UP AT THE SKYI always stop what I am doing at two o’clock in the afternoon and wait ten minutes for Death. I do this...

    THIS IS THE LIGHT by Scott Waters

    THIS IS THE LIGHTby Scott Waters Leaving the Cove City lights flicker like candlesburning the hem of 5 a.m. I finish my bowl...

    THE CHAIN IN THE SKY by Uko Tyrawn Okon

    THE CHAIN IN THE SKYby Uko Tyrawn Okon Flowers are spreading a virusThat is what the experts call itIt makes people walk on a chainThat is one hundred feet...

    ARMS OUTSTRETCHED by John Tustin

    ARMS OUTSTRETCHEDby John Tustin ARMS OUTSTRETCHED Me withArms outstretchedAs if on the crossBut really waitingFor you to comeAnd be envelopedAnd protected andEncumbered by me.