Poetry - Year II - Number 7 - Volume I - June 2017

R+N 4EVERBy Elliot Greiner R + N 4ever Their initials are scoopedinto the curb of thegrocery’s parking lot,the remains of a promisecollecting age,the glances of passerby. I imagine theauthors crouchingthere, fat-fingeringinto concrete theirreceipt from havingloved, not thinking ofthe...

TOURNÉE DU CHAT NOIRBy Susan Cossette Tournée du Chat Noir It is a suitable night for lost souls.The Swiss Guard, clad head to toe in goldLead poets and painters into the smoky fold,Of those who fear...

MIRRORBy Paul Bamberger THE KISS five decades she waitsthe stirring of a small legend   a scream the length of a lifegone unheard   but with his death near    for fear of having never beenlove returns   she bends to kiss himone last...

CAPRICCIOBy Maureen Eppstein  Capricciofor no reasonIl capro, the goat on the hillsudden, unpredictable change, as of one's mindhip-hobble, hip-hobblesomersaultscartwheelssunlight on white daisieson the verge of a city street, a dusty sunflowera garden planted with whirligigsamethyst...

SIMPLE PLEASURES ELUDE ME LIKE FIREFLIESBy Shirley Jones-Luke  Simple Pleasures Elude Me like Fireflies Joy flits away in the moonlight,solitude is the crystal tears of starsdropping in clouds that shift restlesslyabove a dark world, I feel...

LIKE WINDBy Ed Hack Weather In America The lightning didn't stop. An hour or moreit lit the reddish sky at 3amas rain slashed down in waves, terrific pourthat drenched the screens, as if it couldn't end,and...

BALD EAGLEBy Jean Berrett BALD EAGLE Yesterday driving home from Patuxent Wildlife Center,I thought I saw the eagle. I pulled over off the roadand leaned out lookingthrough binoculars.  Very high up against the clouds,There was a large bird,...

FATHER AND SONBy Richard Pacheco Father and SonMy father waited for meit took 21 years of tryingthree doctors proclaimedmy mother would never have childrenthen she arrived at menopauseand oops at last I was thereand the...

FINGERNAIL CLIP #2By Kevin Rabas Fingernail Clip #2 Running late,playing brushes tonight,and loading big metalcymbal and snare stands in,tricky on the fingers,so I’m in the parking lotstanding, quickly clipping my nails,so the finger clippings don’t stickto...

DOWNPOURBy Bruce McRae Downpour A heavy rain falling over Lithium Island,the roads flooded with tears of the disenfranchised,the quarry a lake of grief and woes,the tavern’s cellar under thirteen inchesof something that once resembled water. All of...