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...
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...
WHAT IS WHITENESS? (AN IMPERFECT BRAINSTORM) – By Bill Shultz
WHAT IS WHITENESS(AN IMPERFECT BRAINSTORM)By Bill Shultz
November 9 2016
Woke to the sound of a woman’s cry,buried my head under the blanketand cried a little,...
A BALLAD I WISH I WISH I RUN – By Sam Landry
A BALLAD I WISH I WISH I RUNBy Sam Landry
A Ballad I Wish I Wish I Run
stuck in the roadcoiled under breathdeep under rollingtides...
THE LADY’S EYES – By Jules Supervielle, translated by John J. Ronan
THE LADY'S EYESBy Jules Supervielle / translated by John J. Ronan
This woman, whom I know,
seems to herself unknown,
absently off in...
SUMMER NEVER DIES – By Michael Jerry Tupa
SUMMER NEVER DIESBy Michael Jerry Tupa
July Comes Only OnceHe lies transfixed in his bed,"Close to you,"sun's shadow paints a pattern on the opposite wall,summertime, no school, no homework,voice...
A POEM IN WHICH THE MOON REJECTS YOU – By Danielle Hanson
A POEM IN WHICH THE MOON REJECTS YOUBy Danielle Hanson
Instructions on Stripping
Take the rotten unused light of the moon,Add what the mirror sees when...
LOVE IS IN THE PROOF – By Dr. Peter Scheponik
LOVE IS IN THE PROOFBy Dr. Peter Scheponik
Pond Song
Today the pond has visitors, Canadian geese,an even dozen gliding across its rippling surface,the geese dip...
POEMS – By Osip Mandelstam, translated by Don Mager
POEMSBy Osip Mandelstam / translated by Don Mager
Untitled
Accept as gladness from my palmsA little sun and a little honeyAs the bees of Persephone directed.
NAMELESS MOMENTS – By Harold Barnes
NAMELESS MOMENTSBy Harold Barnes NAMELESS MOMENTSThis poemIs s proxyA placeholderFor every lapseIn my memoryIt representsThe fullness ofMy lifeA sum of allThe nameless momentsThat shaped meThe undersideOf the coinThe greater ofTwo evils PARANOIDI fear these...