NAKED IN DREAMS by Michael Eaton
Parting Is Sweet Sorrow
she leftanddidn’t leavemuch of herself—a blond hairdropped without care,frayed golden threadon a worn and stained carpet,a cup of coffee,half-filled, unstirred,and a smell lingeringon the morning sheetslike a winter fog lying lightlyover...
RAM by Debendra LalTranslated from the Odia by Pitambar Naik
Whether or not Ram was thereI don’t know. Whether or notRam would come one day,that also I don't know. But then,the only thing I know is thatthere’s one Ram Lalthere’s one Ram Prasadthere’s one...
TRANSCONTINENTAL by Guiseppe Getto
Transcontinental
How do you take it? She says.Clouds have rolled in, drawn thinend to end like cotton pantieson high-tension wire. Below the seaof non-native grasses is Lincoln,then below alkali flats,the lost golden tablets of Joseph...
WHERE ARE YOU GOING by Dennis Williams
Where are you going?
Where are you going?So late at nightIt’s way past bedtimeIt’s long past midnight
Are you running from some turmoil?Did you see a terrible fight?What causes you to be out?Or to take this...
MY FIRST REAL SKY by Juan Mobili
Leaves
My wife told me,that her sister,the one I barely knew,when she got
her pair of glassessawthat leaveswere their own selves,
not the rowdy bunchof veinsand greenshe knew.
Imaginehow irresistibleher joy waswhen she met them.
My Father Smoking
The ceremony...
ELEANOR’S POEMS by Nardine Sanderson
Poem one: (Decorum)How bittersweet is sleep, The pillage of the end, where death evades the breath of life, and silence is a friend, for what becomes of us and love, does it last eternity...
MY FIRST PET by Duane Anderson
The Paper Trail
I am not competing for a place in history.My name was listed in the newspaperafter being born to let everyone know I had arrived,then report cards came along,rating me from a F...
A CHILD LOST by Ray Keifetz
Fool’s Birthday
Not every daydo you pass through a doorwithout opening itand behind the iron boltfind cake.
Not every dayagainst the slow grinding glaciers,evaporating seas,the calcificationof every human heart,do you sing.
Not every day is a birthday.Not...