Poetry – Year V – Number 38 – July 2020

Flame divine. ( Read both ways bottom too top also) Cover me in loves sweet notes for all that sound does travel well And in my heart, I felt each feather So softly I had fell -...

Goddess She was a goddess in his eyes when he did not know her. She knew marriage would take her off the pedestal but hoped desire and love could learn to live on levelled ground. But when pedestal crumbled where...

A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL I wander through carpets of heather and primrose leaving behind a discordant arena my salve is found locked in this garden where a single flower can restore the soul no strife present in this cloister...

The Canyon Over the course of eons, the flow of water Has shaped the stone, The sharp edges smoothed and rounded By the water’s constant flow. To weep is an honest exclamation, A reclamation of the soul. The rock is old...

Windowsill I place my boss’s head on the windowsill cinematic light shines on his temples. I have removed his tongue. My boss no longer stands before me no longer lords over me no longer determines my future no longer demeans me no longer lies...

Clockwork The clockwork's clunking cycles— routine chirrups working with our own, mechanical metronome dictating our waking and falling and drifting in staccato synchrony. The clockwork's scissors shard furibund flowers by the hour, comb the seasons, change their warmth, pendulum the...

BREEZE There is a soft breeze coming from a place I use to be A sweet gust between the two of us A truce of sorts if you want to call it that A sort of cease fire...

OVERFLOW Judges – spit no polish; wigs out of order – clouds hanging like wool on barbed wire. History rush loosens jaws white system reality rewritten in cities that are also history. Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf...

Ten Things I Hate About You And Other Lies I Tell Myself One. You never say thank you or please, and You hate everything that’s breathing. I discovered it since day One, of course, and soon...

Why Why. Who is better off at their final breath? I cry out. Why? I get no answer. There has to be an answer for this. Surely some reason, Some purpose. But what answer Would leave me feeling okay About their demise? What answer would satisfy? Why. I’m...