OF PINE STREET – Poems by John Repp
OF PINE STREETPoems by John Repp
Of Pine Street
A confused tenderness, like a dimly bluish windowpane/Sings old songs… Fernando Pessoa (as Àlvaro de Campos)
Of Pine Street I sing, the impossible one frying eggs & toasting toastshe...
TIDES OF THE BODY – Poems by Anne Whitehouse
TIDES OF THE BODYPoems by Anne Whitehouse
TIDES OF THE BODYBreath, shape-changer,the organs gently swaying in their fascial hammockslike the flora and fauna of an undersea world—the yellow of the small intestine,deep coral of the...
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UNDERSTANDING NUMBERS – Poems by Lowell Jaeger
UNDERSTANDING NUMBERSPoems by Lowell Jaeger
Understanding Numbers
Pulsing red lights, blue lights.Cop-cars. An ambulance. White sedan upside-downamidst a glitter of shattered glass.
I’m slowed in the opposite lane, almoststopped cold, though a state patrolmansignals us to keep nosing...
NEW LEAF – Poems by Joshua Seguin
NEW LEAFPoems by Joshua Seguin
NEW LEAF
A new leaf,Another day,Journey for days,May I read the last page,Of this book?
A little more water,A little more sky,As far as I am concerned,There is no other Life.
The sunflowers...
THE WAY AWAY – Poems by Anthony Slater
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...
FALCON – A poem by Shola Balogun
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...
END OF WINTER – Poems by Gloria Monaghan
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...
CAPITOL GAIN – Poems by Thomas Piekarski
CAPITOL GAINPoems by Thomas Piekarski
Capitol Gain While Monterey is magical, San Francisco amply sublime, Paris radiant, London wondrous with resplendent cupolas, museums and bridges,Sacramento is the epicenter of modern progress.
This Capitol is where it...
A DRY BREEZE – Poems by Anwer Ghani
A DRY BREEZEPoems by Anwer Ghani A Dry BreezeThat evening with its breeze has planted in my soul an unforgettable tales. I don't like crying and as any man, I wish to fall in a...
SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN – A poem by Claire Emery
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...