PALAVRAS – By Pierre Sotér
PALAVRASBy Pierre Sotér
Palavrasto the memory of António Aleixo
P’ras palavras serem fundas,e da vida também parte,não precisam ser fecundas,nem sequer de muita arte.Há palavras vagabundas,e outras que são estandarte,há palavras tão rotundas,de paixão, amor que...
TAPESTRY by Natasha Zarine
TAPESTRYBy Natasha Zarine
IncarnaratedClutching the rolls of youDrip latent constellationsEnchained by taboo.But when I howl of pleasureI never think of you.
Raping myself, I caressEvery tingling motionFeeling what will not exist.Like a harp, I pluckMyself to...
ALFRED AND MOSES – By Timothy Robbins
ALFRED AND MOSESBy Timothy Robbins
Alfred and Moses(for A.E. Housman)
I picture a Merchant Ivory flick.Young classicist with patrician cheeks,face of an Arabian prancer, featuresprecise as a Latin declension.His friend, the rowing Blue, with aClydesdale jaw...
HONEYMOON FOR A GHOST – By Hyrum K. Hunt
POEMSBy Osip Mandelstam / translated by Don Mager
Untitled
Accept as gladness from my palmsA little sun and a little honeyAs the bees of Persephone directed.
Not to be untied is an unmoored boat,Not to be heard...
THE DANCER by Nicole Farmer
the dancer
purple light, red light, strobe light, black light, she walks on stage in tight white turned neon, wipes the pole long and lean with a wash rag, turns to talk to the DJ...
FOUR HAIKUS by Jeffrey Tao
Four Haikus
Music
Music feeds the soulTouches our deepest recessesLove and cherish it.
Rippling Lake
Gently rippling lakeBathed in soft autumn sunlight.Leaves in myriad shapes.
The Starling
As I sip coffeeA starling settles nearbyPlumage speckled white.
Lilac Leaves
Green leaves turn yellowPerfectly...
WHAT WAS THAT CITY by Mary Crow
WHAT WAS THAT CITYBy Mary Crow WHAT WAS THAT CITY―after Cavafy What city tangled me in its sandy roots,led me into desert, where I gasped at vastness and vacancy, pyramids fringingmiles of nothing growing, a void I vanished...
DOWNPOUR – By Bruce McRae
DOWNPOURBy Bruce McRae
Downpour
A heavy rain falling over Lithium Island,the roads flooded with tears of the disenfranchised,the quarry a lake of grief and woes,the tavern’s cellar under thirteen inchesof something that once resembled water.
All of...
INNOCENCE – By Shayna Boisvert
INNOCENCEBy Shayna Boisvert ParthenonEven within my youth, I sensed something...I recall when it came to meTucked softly into bedHow irresistibly comforting it felt To be tucked within the sheetsI nnocentSwiftly this would end...I no longertake for...