Poetry - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

Equus. We called him Equus, a black horse bucking inside a desert corral because he wouldn’t be broken. He was still feral, they said. Stubborn as a mule. Later we discovered a group of wild...

Gilded words spill from her lips caressing me beckoning me to immerse myself in her pain I have no choice already I am swimming upstream with her sinking beneath the weight of her despair without...

The Pain of Winter The tips of fingers numb with cold,Pin-pricks, sharp,The pain, bone chilling,Thoughts of boyhood, walking the tree breaks,Hoping to shoot a pheasant, or duck off the pond,Food for the table,Chores before school,...

They Came. They Saw. They Left. Driving through the soft rolling hills ofArkansas at 3 AM we saw the speedinglights of a UFO cross the next ridge, hesitate,then flash into the unknown universe. We blinked rapidly,...

TOWN PICNIC Stomachs full,time for softball,maybe a splash in the lake,or a wander through the stallswith beer in hand,checking out the artefacts,the honey made by local bees,the fudge. There’s music to listen to –an Elvis impersonatorthough...

Create a Playlist for the Person You Used to Be It’s important to do this aloneon a partially cloudy day whennostalgia seeps its lightthough blinds in thinslices of bright demands. Don’t overthink--addsongs with longing, songslike time...

Aubade Deep in the thick of darknessOf the darkest nightStars laboring to shineEven through the veil of blacknessThe moon merely a sliver of lightNot strong enough to illuminateThe pathOf the lonely figures below And then,SuddenlySomewhere between...

THE HUMAN PERSONIFIED I stand meditatingAt the knotOn my Kentucky cherry wood antique tableCirca Andy JacksonIt looked like the image of an elderlyAmerican statesman of that dayHe sports darkened sideburn whiskers& stern, coal black penetrating...

. Fingo di non amarti by Viviana Viviani Fingo di non amartirispondo tarditi faccio aspettaremi sento scaltrase sbaglio appostail nome dell’altramostro indifferenzadistrazione e assenzadico: “stiamo insiemefinché stiamo bene,viviamo il presentesenza promesse”,sotto queste sciocchezzeda donna cresciutatengo nascostala...

Alnitak Kalki will come. Hundreds of years must pass.Kalki will come. We wait. Trapped we crave our son The far stars callLocked in local space Those kilns coax hardDark, this backlit box But walls will fall Kalki...