Poetry

EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTSBy George Gad Economou Empty, Hollow Hearts all you've ever neededwas to get out of the rain;silent moments in the storm,stars making grand promisesto empty walls. from far away a laughter soft,moans from the uninhabited...

THE LIONBy Lowell Jaeger The Lion While huffing my way up switchbacksof a treeless rocky trail, I’ve sensedthe presence of something watching.I’ve stopped, held still in the empty terrain,looked up and down and around and saw nothing. ...

SOMEONE ELSEBy Jean Berrett  SOMEONE ELSE Words like forever or never are not enough.The tiny animal who left tracks in patches of snowover a quarter mile of rolling pasture and grain fields,who lives, who lived, somewhere...

MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGERBy Adrian Slonaker Discovery in the Stacks A tawny art textbook last loanedforty-five years earliersat like a hardcover wallflower inthe vastness of the university library.A tired grunt of graphite trailing into nothingness,the...

ABOUT PATIENCEBy Glen Sorestad  Crow Ruckus As we near one of the crescent condos, the black racketgrows in intensity. Since it’s Sunday morning, I aminclined to think it a crow-devised invocation, akinto the urgent clamor of...

FIVE CITY POETS FROM A CENTURY AGOTranslated by William Ruleman THE CITY’S GODBy Georg Heym He squats on a block of houses, black in mood.The winds have settled, surly, round his brow.He sees, enraged, how in...

THE FORRESTBy Omar Alexandre you can look and you can touch a guy gave me head todayand my next door neighbor saw us his fingers grippedtightly unto my thighs i felt the top of his headtouch my stomachit...

BOHEMIAN BANKERBy Thomas Locicero Bohemian Bankerfor T.S. Eliot You boast of virtuosity,yet find yourself in dubious alleysdressed like a banker so as not toplay the part of a poet or of abohemian because you are not...

SUMMER NIGHTSBy Jacquelyne Nemeth Alaska Don't say you love me. You don't love me if you don't know that my favorite smell is when it rains in mid august and you go outside at 4am and...

ORIGAMI AND SWEATERSBy Kennie Romero Yextla, 1970 Once upon a timeYear 1970, in a Mexicanvillage tucked in the foldsof corn and poppy fields,abuelito threatened a witchfor putting incantations on abuelitawho laid in bed near oblivion’s curtain...