Poetry - Year II - Number 6 - March 2017

BEYOND THE BOUQUETPoems by Greg Moglia BEYOND THE BOUQUET I give her the bouquet with what I dare to call a loveShe takes it with a thanks, it’s lovely but then gets to workSnips away the...

TERRA COM SALPoems by Pierre Sotér Terra com salto the memory of Fernando Pessoa Ó ser mudado,Ó alma colossal,quanto do teu estado,não é nem foi dado,por algo quebrado,por nada fatal.Ó mar irado,Ó longo areal,quanto do teu...

SELFIEDOMPoems by Clark Holtzman MY ACCEPTANCE says nothing about the quality of your offer.My acceptance is sacred in this faithless sort of way.My acceptance builds upon many lesser optionsthat, in any event, have minds of their...

DESTROYER OF UNIVERSESBy Kevin Drzakowski Just like everyone else, Iplayed that game Around the World,the one where you shootbaskets from different pointson your driveway, startingwith the intersection of cracksforming your makeshift free throw line,then around...

THE STATE OF THE STATEPoems by Tanner Harshman As Soon as Spring raspberry lipsstain printsupon lilac skinand the pollen windwells up eyesas bloodshotas the rose dressthat liesat her rooting feetand these allergiestend to compromiseeverything thatcoincideswith thoughtsconsisting...

BOX SPRING ORACLEPoems by Kathryn Gesser The Invention of Loneliness End of summerI saw youthrough sleepless eyes,could only speakin hushed pastel tones.Under thick bass notesand static mingling,my words were drowned.Smoked myself to sleepbefore you could readmy...

TWENTY QUESTIONSPoems by Domenic Scopa Erotophobia (Fear of Sexual Expression)sixteen years after the rape The slam of the screen door,such a sullen finality -Tell me, how can I calmthe static field of my awake and trembling...

PARTIAL ECLIPSEPoems by Dustin Pickering Partial EclipseI was hungover last nightand my poetry was weak, futile as curdled milk.I washed my face with warm waterand returned the pen to its inkwell.I am poisoned by official...

GATHERINGPoems by Olivia Harman Gathering Today the gathering comes after the stormand I sit tight, my teeth pressed togetherlike keys in intricate locks,while outside that stillness starts gathering, a solemn warning, asking us to clear up...

THE MOONPoems by Natalie Crick Night They came out toWatch the moon,A chalky paleness in the sky,Wet from an evening’sSnow, gathering shadowsIn a field and hoarding them.Darkness waitedDimly in the trees,As a motherSlowly, slowlyWithdrawing a childFrom...