Poetry - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTSBy George Gad Economou Empty, Hollow Hearts all you've ever neededwas to get out of the rain;silent moments in the storm,stars making grand promisesto empty walls. from far away a laughter soft,moans from the uninhabited...

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...

FIVE CITY POETS FROM A CENTURY AGOTranslated by William Ruleman THE CITY’S GODBy Georg Heym He squats on a block of houses, black in mood.The winds have settled, surly, round his brow.He sees, enraged, how in...

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...

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...

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...

BOHEMIAN BANKERBy Thomas Locicero Bohemian Bankerfor T.S. Eliot You boast of virtuosity,yet find yourself in dubious alleysdressed like a banker so as not toplay the part of a poet or of abohemian because you are not...

GOLEMBy Leslie Philibert    Lemons for Klarafor Klara Grünzweig 1957-2016 drops of river or ice patches;all of this without your noticebut tough and half eternalthe lemon tree growscool and silent;this makes you remain.      Golem unholy earth, dark with stein,unformed...

ORIGAMI AND SWEATERSBy Kennie Romero Yextla, 1970 Once upon a timeYear 1970, in a Mexicanvillage tucked in the foldsof corn and poppy fields,abuelito threatened a witchfor putting incantations on abuelitawho laid in bed near oblivion’s curtain...

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...