Poetry - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

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...

TRANSCRIPTBy Mark Young A line from Ada Lovelace (2) The way he ties his ties waytoo long is a science of itself,like hoisin sauce or miso. DoI need to spell out my grand- father spends a lot...

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...

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...