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NATURE / STOP / IGNORE – By Karl Miller
NATURE / STOP / IGNOREBy Karl Miller
Nature/violence (Diptych)
Stop (Triptych)
Ignore (Diptych)
SYMPHONY – By Amber McCready
SYMPHONYBy Amber McCready
Symphony
If I ever leave this world aliveI want my soul to be composedof every laugh my parents ever madeevery memory of reliefevery...
FEED FLOWERS – By Mark Taksa
FEED FLOWERSBy Mark Taksa Feed FlowersWind, if it woke, might scrape a leafagainst the planks. Flowers wilt in the pot.A departed wind pushed the watering can, dry,to its side. Dry wood shows through...
MIDWAY – By Michael Carr
MIDWAYBy Michael Carr
Midway
A student asks me why Dantewandered off the straight path,and I tell him that midwaythrough his life he might findthe answer.
DIALOGUES OF THE POOL By Christopher Perricone
DIALOGUES OF THE POOLBy Christopher Perricone
Dialogues of the Pool
I rememberThe dialogues of the pool,Interlocutors bobbing,The chlorine wavesSmacking their nipples,Currents of their children's urine,The pool's...
ALFRED AND MOSES – By Timothy Robbins
ALFRED AND MOSESBy Timothy Robbins
Alfred and Moses(for A.E. Housman)
I picture a Merchant Ivory flick.Young classicist with patrician cheeks,face of an Arabian prancer, featuresprecise as...
A ROBIN IN WINTER – By Mark J. Mitchell
A ROBIN IN WINTERBy Mark J. Mitchell
A ROBIN IN WINTER
For John
Lost as a bird in a snowbankpropped on drifts of...
IN LIMINE By Eugenio Montale, translated by Mary Jane White
IN LIMINEBy Eugenio Montale / translated by Mary Jane White
IN LIMINE
Delight, then—if the wind re-enter our conservatorybringing back to it, and to you, the...
THE BURNING SEASON – By Lazola Pambo
THE BURNING SEASONBy Lazola Pambo Winter is sentencedinto a silent cataclysmwhen the yellow-eyed chariotsrage upon humanitya battalion of immortal squadronnone of us have ever seen The last anniversary of the universeilluminated by a catharsisthe...
AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POET – By Michael T. Smith
AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POETBy Michael T. Smith
Afterword: Or, the Amateur Poet
You thought you gripped the futureWhen you only brushed the dust from...