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...

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...

SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDRENBy Claire Emery Your Sunday best never fit you rightYou preferred your tar to come from cigarettesInstead of inside the plays of a leather-bound book of judgementYou can flick a lighter more comfortably...

FALCONA poem by Shola Balogun Touch my lips with your tail, enthralling troubadourAnd renew your ties twice nowWith my triangular elements.No winding muse can measure your flightStill even with all the wisdomFrom the far east...

THE WAY OF TIM ASHPoems by Timothy Robbins The Way of Tim Ash You have a way of appearing, the chorus ina Satyr Play. The night before my hernia repairyou look better than you have in...

SONGS OF INSURRECTIONPoems by Ben Nardolilli Office Politeness Super politeness sweatsFrom the cubicle wallsAnd echoes through halls,Corridors I knowHold and reflectWhispers of thoseWho know meBut cannot see meApproaching at the moment,Come aggression,Come out from your meetings,Come...

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...

END OF WINTERPoems by Gloria Monaghan End of Winter recognize me if you canyou who were made before I was unmade (Canto VI) I am in the third circle of rainand there is also snow, which barely...

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...

BROKEN HANDPoems by Camille Germain Asthma There’s been this gnat flying around my room for daysevery time I feel its pinprick of a body in my palmit vanishes, into, through, out of the thick heat stroked...