HONEYMOON FOR A GHOST – By Hyrum K. Hunt
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.
Not to be untied is an unmoored boat,Not to be heard...
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.
Now, it would just be esoteric.
I wake at three to the soundof...
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 porch paint.Long...
TABLE-SCARF – By Mary Jane White
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...
VISITOR – By Sukrita Paul Kumar
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...
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,...
POETRY TRANSLATIONS – By Len Krisak
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...
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...
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 surge of our life:here—where a deadtangle of memories subsides,—no garden...
THE BUG ON THE WALL – By Sam Kaufman
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...