Poetry – Year VI – Number 49 – June 2021

Seánce with Fernando Pessoa 1. I, I, I, I… or should I say “we”we know the Anglo-Saxon mindthat desperately seeks and seeks to findthe Truth behind...

Bloodletting Bloodletting,but for the rage. If I cut open my chestsurely all that will come out is the rage, spilling down my frontlike...

BirdingThey are raven-like, dark-wingedmoving toward a tangled nest or like crows circlingseeking their own kindagainst a fog-ivory sky, the outline is interleaved with comingsand goingsbirds-eye criesflybysof...

Three Days An oak we plantedleans precariouslyinto areas not its own. An expert arrives,advises removal.Clinical, he ticks off the steps.Limbs shorn, trunkcut into sections, hauled down,and...

In that said-same second between ...

WANDAWOOWOO AND MATH Numbers feel like a desertI’ve never visited. I’m probably missingsome gorgeous night-blooming cacti.I doubt I’ll ever venture there. I havemovies, books, and music. In high schoolI...

TENEMENT BASHAnother partyon another tenement third floor.He gets there late.There's people speaking Spanish.There's some speaking English.It's a neighborhood bashand it's that kind of neighborhood.The food's mostly Mexican,tacos, burritos,and the beer's Coronathough someone...

Alabaster Polish Short admonition ableSpiritual like purity abolishBeautiful veined alabaster polishDeliberate lie whit cableLady her self-setting the tableUnmistakably evidenced demolishedWoman’s softly feathered face polishedGentle a high degree of fable

Bird Brained View of Power for John Bolton I have not journeyed here to steal anythingfrom your domain,least of all, your modest nest,

Coming Out head-first, blood-slickedhair like a tiny John Stamos.Bubbling with style but no pronouns. Snip the umbilical, suctionand wail, count tenfingers and toes but no sex.