Poetry - Year V - Number 35 - April 2020

STILL LIFEby Sarette Albin Still Life In the morning’s stillness I slipped outFrom your loose embrace and leftYou sleeping in, face craned upward,Chin exposed and underbelly white.The space my head had lain a moment before,Nothing now...

EPHRAM PRATT REMEMBERS TWISTING & TURNINGby Jack E Lorts  Ephram Pratt Speaks of Whispering Quiet the noiseof the carburetor, or is it a carbunclehe asked, in muted silence,of a passing stranger,one with shaggy locks, looking as ifhis eyes emerged from an...

WITH A GUITARby Mark J. Mitchell  A SURBURBAN SEER’S MORNING DREAM Her morning dreams sprouted flowers with namesinscribed on each petal. They bloom. No fruitemerges, but people die. Their small gamesend sharply. A hasty burglar slips....

Gnawing at the Flesh Teeth gnaw at the flesh belowhungry to erase what was once sweet. There is a throbbing beatingat the rhythm of a dying heart. It feeds to grow like a playing ballmade of rebar...

SPOT ON MY BACKby George Thomas SPOT ON MY BACK three timesI've lost the whole shooting matchas Zorba might saythe whole catastrophe multipliedthere's a spot on my backthat hasn't been washedsince my last divorceI go through...

LINby John Sweet  the captain, the sinking ship and we will do something orbetter yetwe will do nothingand the lawns will all be green the doors will be kicked inand the children draggedout into the streets the votes...

THE SHALLOWby Ambrose Gibbs  The shallow earth to live for what life is worth, for the birth of a child in this wild society full of poverty to be shallow on the roads of anxiety...

IMMORTALITYby Manuel Madera  ImmortalityConfessions last—       The snow plummets to    The nameless ground we  Have crossed and hopped        Along the sidewalk of evermore   We stroll and skate       I did not know           I did not   Whether true...

MAKING LOVEby George Payne Making Love the way astarving coyoteneeds the Mooncrimson &skeletalyour handswere needed  Simplehands  risingon thechest your jeanskicked offthe bed you wereneeded chrome ionplated stainless witha leather strap at the edgeof the pillow stuck betweenthe hours in theamber of now a vaporoussweet oliveblack night My...

PULL OVERby Peter Mladinic Pull Over Pull over in daylight.Take the exit ramp.Pull over. I need to tell you something.Pull into the rest area, please. By the time you get backinto parkway traffic,life as you’ve known itwill...