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 your handsand pinched earth's prurient cheekLike that of a chubby,...
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 green from thegall one can haveearly in the morningwiping the...
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 the heavens
wearing her weary expression,
A rose made of cloth
stiff on its iron stalk,
and pearls...
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 like an angel -- amplified by...
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 it is dark—Forgetting is lovely at night. Throw away all that...
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 gracefully among the reedsrigid with December’s breath.They are a prayer...
POEMS – By Osip Mandelstam, translated by Don Mager
POEMSBy Osip Mandelstam / translated by Don Mager
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Accept as gladness from my palmsA little sun and a little honeyAs the bees of Persephone directed.
Not to be untied is an unmoored boat,Not to be heard...
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 wordsHave already...
HONEYMOON FOR A GHOST – By Hyrum K. Hunt
POEMSBy Osip Mandelstam / translated by Don Mager
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Accept as gladness from my palmsA little sun and a little honeyAs the bees of Persephone directed.
Not to be untied is an unmoored boat,Not to be heard...