ALONE IN THE HOUSE ON A WINTER AFTERNOON by Russell Dupont
POEMS BY RUSSELL DUPONT
ALONE IN THE HOUSE ON A WINTER AFTERNOON
This house is so still I can feel it breathe.Morning has crept away, leaving nothingbut its odors; and the pale extensionof afternoon will soon...
DG TURD by William Barrett
New days ahead and worlds of wonder.Riding on my bike and looking for my plunder.I ride around a lot, and girls have nothing against me.I just never try to get close to them then...
THE SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET ABOUT MY DOG by Pawel Markiewicz
Ephrastic poetry
Picture of Abraham Hulk
The dreamery inshore
A dreamed ship has gone agroundat the most marvelous and dreamiest afterglow.The mast adverts to orientation ofa tender Morning star.Seafarers died at midnightfeeling the sea-like fantasy.The wind wrenched...
DANCE DIVINE by Peter W. Yaremko
OLD YALLER
He’s more pink thanyellow. But I couldn’tvery well name himafter a girly colorcould I? In the old dayswhen he was rousedat the mere sight of afrisbee he’d work himself upto almost purplewith pent-up...
SONG by Januario Esteves
Song
I sing grief with joyNothing about me anymoreThe Charm of MelancholyTo boil how much it ravagesTo the soul the frenzied chancePlace what columbineLaughter that gives grabSearch for lampOr another vegetable ideaOf those who perspire...
I AWAIT HIS RETURN by Alex Koong
If there’s one thing I’ve learnedfrom the hours spent staringat the tiny airplane on the edgewhere the sky breaks the rock,
It’s that when scenery passesbetween two realities, flashes ofwhat was slowly replacing what is,
his...
MASTERPIECE by Margot Hughes
Masterpiece
“I find bits of scrap metal beneath her bedfrom boys who bury promises in her belly.”—Kristina Haynes
Her body was a junkyard: a potpourriof someone else’s tired mess—a regurgitatedmasterpiece (fragments collaged together:rotten bits of stranger...
DEMOCRACY by Katharine Studer
Statistics
In 2020, death rates for thelonely climbed. Research showedthere Is not a mask for loneliness.No one wants to watchthe hands of a clockstop. In Japan,the lonelycan rent a family for hire.Pick the day and...
VISION WEST by Rachel Cloud Adams
September as AfterthoughtHarvey Mountain, Columbia County, New York
On Harvey Mountain, far north of here,snow is seeping into rock crevicesbordering the path, and lichenis lining the feet of a denuded pine,its root system upturned,open to...
AFTER LOVE by Robert Hirschfield
After Lovefor Julia
After lovenothing movesbut timebackwards
a faceits green dartof snow
your seventy-sevenyearsblink
Robert Hirschfield is a New York-based poet and free-lance writer whose work has appeared in Salamander, Parabola, The Moth (Ireland), The Writer, The Iconoclast...