Poetry – Year V – Number 40 – September 2020

Noticing Women I am not the woman in the front row staring with adoring eyes at the poet,her husband, on the stage behind the podium, reading from his collection. Nor am I the woman standing behind...

MASQUERADE: This Face I wear to show what the world expects to see,a carefully painted visage rendered in muscles strainedand emotions held in check. These garments I don to match the Face with its painted smile,the...

TRAVEL ADVISORY Some days the world is a luscious peach.Others, a cold boiled potato. The differencebetween knowing what to do and doing itis four dollars. How you get there is your business.If praying your way,...

The Child I Was They were like some terrible writingsWrought by a Fate’s fearful handTo dictate its warnings by lightningsNo man can decipher to comprehend, With each stroke’s streaking effulgenceFollowed by a split second of silenceTo...

A Night Alone It is a rain pinging, downspout gurgling, wind gusting, pines shushing, leaves swishing night. It is a game after game of solitaire losing night. It is a facing eternity, an aging awareness,...

Aphelion Cadences Opal light from AtlasLensed on cyan dawn shoalsBurns but forms an echoCascades wild in my soul. Here I stand in wonderHere I stand with arms raisedI the son of solaceSetting oceans ablaze. 27 TauriSapphire shadowed...