Poetry

GNOMON AND GLASSby Robert René Galván  Gnomon and Glass * Time’s wing casts a shadowon the spun world; The pendulous moonbeats the shore intograins of sand; We fill the glassand watch them dropthrough the elegant waistso that we...

     ILLUSIONby Don Thompson    WaningThe crescent moon flat on its backBleeds out, low in the WestWith no stars nearby—witnessesWho didn’t want to get involved.    IllusionNo wind, but sparrows like leavesScatter as if blown away,Undoing a brief illusion.The...

FLOWERS SCENES FOR THE PRIE-DIEUBy Anna Evas      1    Wisteria How is it, being real,you evoke the unreal?In Tuam, your aerial lavenderssuggest a soiree of elves.In Tokyo, the paintbrush of Hiroshigeturns you into a drapefor a shrine.      2     Mimosa Your...

ACROSS MY BROW by Thad Elmore Beyond the fence I keep a garden out back just beyond the fenceIf you stand on a chairyou can see it without going thereThe sun is just rightthe soil is dark...

     THE INCESSANT PRAYERby Olga Kawecka     All will be just for the better.Do not listen to the world,Whose speech is but a clatterFrom the hollows of Naught.2017    How the Gothic world laughs by its joking gargoylesAt this...

AT HALF-PAST TENBy Souzi Gharib  J.F.K. In Massachusetts, Brookline, an ailing childWas born to an ancient Irish clan,A lineage of kings, heroes and bards. For History and English he had a flairBut he had a date with...

SUNWASHED AND WASTEDBy John Sweet a beautiful failure like dogs runningthrough frozen fields like february sunlight ondirty ice blue skies cut by powerlines anddying gods left where they lie abandoned factoriesand empty warehouses this is the place meaningless words castingdistorted shadows...

DEAR HERONBy Danielle Hanson Dear Heron You have grown tired of my presence.I am a ghost haunting the wrong house.You are the knowing inhabitant of my ineffectiveness.I am what happens in the hour when clocks fall...

ANOTHER HOME POEMBy Daniel Ruefman    Another Home PoemAre homes places to which we clinglonger than we should,as if we are paint chips flakingfrom the doorjambs,or foam insulation bleedingthrough the seams of splintered siding.Or are they...

A DUAL PERSPECTIVEBy Patrick Erickson   A DUAL PERSPECTIVEDoes the edge of gloryreally work?Are you skittish?Are you skirtingthe edgewalking the walktoeing the line?Does it glowlike the glowwormlike its doubleits wormholeits twinlike those lighting stripsthat direct youdown...