Poetry - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

THE LIONBy Lowell Jaeger The Lion While huffing my way up switchbacksof a treeless rocky trail, I’ve sensedthe presence of something watching.I’ve stopped, held still in the empty terrain,looked up and down and around and saw nothing. ...

LEAVEBy Katie Predick  The Physics of Loss I thought of you todayin the grocery store. It is strawberry season and a bounty of bright red fruit was piled in the cooler.And I am back in that afternoon we...

SUMMER NIGHTSBy Jacquelyne Nemeth Alaska Don't say you love me. You don't love me if you don't know that my favorite smell is when it rains in mid august and you go outside at 4am and...

THE FORRESTBy Omar Alexandre you can look and you can touch a guy gave me head todayand my next door neighbor saw us his fingers grippedtightly unto my thighs i felt the top of his headtouch my stomachit...

SOME NIGHTSBy Dianne Moritz SIX Teasing the dogBack behindThe chicken yardTo distract myselfFrom loneliness,Stench of the farm,Uncle’s mongrel seizedMy thin wrist and bit.My cries were smotheredIn boozy serves-you-rights,While blood spilled,Staining my summer smock.Aunie brought me milkStraight...

MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGERBy Adrian Slonaker Discovery in the Stacks A tawny art textbook last loanedforty-five years earliersat like a hardcover wallflower inthe vastness of the university library.A tired grunt of graphite trailing into nothingness,the...

BRAVO OU MANSOde Pierre Sotér     Full MoonOctober third, two thousand seventeen,the air is fresh and clean, the Moon is full,I look at it, I’d like to fill its pullwhile I see it’s light as I’ve...

BARE HYMNBy Seth Jani  Mountain Pass I erased myself so I could learnThe inner life of things.This river has a name,But it’s not the one we give it.The grass blades are silentBut they voice the summer...

EVOLUTIONBy Eduardo Escalante  Evolution During the slow rollover of the morning,I order the garden plants.In my hands, several seeds.I hear the groaning of the earth,need to clear its throat, lacks water.Everything grows dense, gathering light.Gravity and...

A BAG OF HANDSBy Mather Schneider A BAG OF HANDS Jalisco, Mexico. In a black plastic bagthey found them: 12 severed handsremoved from their owners, for thievery, por rateros, and put in this bag, the kind of bagyou...