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

MY FATHER’S DOG TAGSBy Billy Malanga My Father’s Dog Tags The name on my father’s brass dog tagsdoesn’t match his driver’s license.The gunfire caves filled with burning fleshand bloodshot south Pacific surfhad taken its toll. He...

MY FATHER’S DOG TAGSBy Billy Malanga My Father’s Dog Tags The name on my father’s brass dog tagsdoesn’t match his driver’s license.The gunfire caves filled with burning fleshand bloodshot south Pacific surfhad taken its toll. He...

POETRY TRANSLATIONSBy Len Krisak EUGENIO MONTALE:. . . BUT LET IT BE. THE BUZZ OF A CORNET . . . but let it be. The buzz of a cornet                  Converses with the bees that swarm the oaks.Inside...

TABLE-SCARFBy Mary Jane White ENVOI Having returned from beyond black bordersOver sundry riversI come to our final parting & bring at last that kiss the departed are freely granted& call out  wailing  above your absence Since separation forbids...

SMALL TOWN IN OHIOBy John Grey There was a father oncewho raged from Maine to California,who must have figured only metal survives,so he would always be metal,backed up with fiststhick and hard as the stone...

   INNOCENCEBy Shayna Boisvert    ParthenonEven within my youth, I sensed something...I recall when it came to meTucked softly into bedHow irresistibly comforting it felt To be tucked within the sheetsI nnocentSwiftly this would end...I no longertake for...

NATURE / STOP / IGNOREBy Karl Miller Nature/violence (Diptych) Stop (Triptych) Ignore (Diptych) About the Author: Karl Miller’s fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous periodicals, including RE:AL, Portland Review, Subtle Tea, Cold Mountain Review and others; his play,...

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 dream induced disbelief.I want to sleep like I am in...

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 porch paint.Long...

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. Now, it would just be esoteric. I wake at three to the soundof...