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

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...

   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...

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...

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 burning season...

NOT YOUBy Sandra Hosking Cricket Serenade Cricket sings his songWind carries it to TigerHer ear flicks then turns Dragonfly Why call it dragonIf it does not breathe fire?Heed its crushing jaw Joe Wears a Cape Joe wears a cape, superhero...

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...

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...

A ROBIN IN WINTERBy Mark J. Mitchell A ROBIN IN WINTER                             For John Lost as a bird in a snowbankpropped on drifts of sheets, pillows,vanishing but present—Her beautiful eyes.There are no words. Her cool love now distilledto almost...

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...

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 Latin declension.His friend, the rowing Blue, with aClydesdale jaw...