Poetry

DOG DAYSBy Ian Smith Dog Days Overheard in the early stages of these beige days,my last challenge, trekking the desertfar from a ruinous prime when oases always shimmered,two women walking laps refer to a dog named...

THE RAPTURE OF FUNK By Lenny Lewis Two nights before Frediawas due backfrom elective castrationI carried her one-eyedblack dog down the stairs.Both of us soakedin his urine.It was all he could doto stand up. Totteringin circles....

FAREWELLBy George Freek FAREWELL (After Tu Fu) Now we have to part.You go in one direction,I go in the other.Will we be drunk together,ever again? Last night,walking beside the lake,we sang ballads to the moon,nearly until...

LOVELY DREAMSBy Mitchel Montagna For Ann, 1953-1970 There’s darkness ahead, with reels of grief.But on Christmas Eve nobody could know.They gathered in church to voice their beliefin tones as serene as the falling snow.   Ann’s brother served...

MAKING IMAGESBy Martin Altman Making Images By the painter’s brush                                                               An image is born as picture before it’s born as speech, But in a cloud of pictures,The infant wails until the fog lifts, andThe crowd speaks to...

THINGS IN A GAPBy Eduardo Escalante Again Google, Mo Gawdat lines on happinessLemons or magnet for us?Rational smells with an old story:What part of my glass would I drink?Would I be a different actor?On the...

    MISTAKEBy Thom Young   Mistakemistakemistakelike bluebirdsquietad singingthe regret songit soundsaliveit sounds forgottenbut I know what she dideven the angelsdoand nobody cries on the outsideanymoretears stay warmthey stay safethey hurt a little morethereinside holdingtiger eyes    Sada pretty sadgentle...