Poetry - Year V - Number 36 - May 2020

Before Tomorrow Came In this pandemic, I’m thankful for the chanceto say, I love you, because there’s notalways tomorrow when the world’s been throwna curveball. Where’s Superman when you needhim? I thought I could do it, you...

THE ALCHEMIST, GRASPING FOR MEANINGby John Sweet  incantation for the refused the rumor of your death orthe lie that is your life                          bothmaybeand at the same time sunlight and famine andunpaid bills the news of warwhich is how...

A Cold HellA cold hell,fear between the neon,taxicab strangers,killers in trucks,the man around thecorner conceals aknife, like sin.A confrontation,in the hotel room,he & his desperation,thunderstorm-thoughts,battle fatigue,adrenalin the winner,no sleep this night.A light shines,through the...

LOSTby Allen Vega  I’m lost, a child walking through the night, walking among the woods. The moon hiding behind the clouds, shows its face from time to time. I can see my breath in the...

DAYLIGHT ROLLSby Diarmuid ó Maolalaí  DAYLIGHT ROLLS daylight rollslike trains on train tracksonward, very steady,very hot and business-like.COLD AS A COAT FROM THE CLOSET winter comesbrittle and thick soupy.lather soaking upwardin a draft of rotten leaves. it...

NUEVO LAREDOby Paul Bamberger  Life As A Thirty Second Sound Bite would he find a way out or was it simply too much trouble the grandeur of simplicity too unattainable the idea of get on with...

WINTER IN DELHIby Anvesh Jain  Tuesdays are to Anjaneyar I wish I didn’t have to thinkAbout my hands coiled in red string,Performing ablutions on a dirty mugAs the water seeps through my knuckles. I wish I didn’t have...

MOM’S HAPPIEST CHILDby Patricia Feeney    “But Patty, you’re my happiest child.”My mother spoke with a dreamy smile,eyes lit, tiny glints in the darkened bedroom,the sanctuary of my ten-year-old self.    She held me in her arms...

reality 2.1 wrapped in shrouds of selfwe’re everywhereinescapable impenetrableglued to worlds we seebut cannot touchremaking realityto be what we want it to be pedalling furiouslyto keep uppush ahead break throughtime and space to a differentbetter (we think) placethan...

The Last Nail Wonder,regret,disconnected phones,internet searches,discoveries and obituaries—coffinsand coffinsand coffins—so many coffinsnailed shutby outdated addressesbeside names ina 25-year-old address book. Old I She was supposed to outlive him,but she gave up,left him alone,dependent on visitationsfrom her childrensaddled with...