Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

LATE AT NIGHTBy Daniel Senser  Late at Night The clock is drunk and I’m too soberTo sit and listen to it unwind.Each tick and tock of its time pours overLike a wino spilling over the sides.The...

ON VIEWING THE CORPSE OF MY MOTHER-IN-LAW By Nolo Segundo How could this –thing, have been her?Lying shriveled and small on the bedAs those who loved (and feared) herGathered in the bereft hospital roomTo let their...

OUT IN THE DISTANCEBy Holly Day Spring ice melts in noisy rivuletsresumes descent on muddy river banks poking its greasy snout out of the watera bullhead lumbers out of torpor, floats to the surface frightens newly-hatched crawfish and...

LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKEDBy Don McLeod                                                                                                                Excerpt from the full-length poetry book (Leaping With Your Legs Locked) Leaping With Your Legs Locked(section 4) the retarded boy down the streetsaid hey I want to be somebodyI knew what...

WALKING…selectionsBy Patrick Hurley *** letters and numbers convergethen dissolve into pure sound suddenly visible in the pavementa repeated pattern of circles late sounds come to usapproaching dissonance beautifully eyes burn and water–the airborne miasma each cold breath a knife bladeand...

INVITATIONBy Gloria Monaghan Invitation The road is waiting for you to walkinto the open air into the slightly grey day with the sliver of sun just over the clouds orange and unpredictable we are in God’s way each of us golden and...

DOG DAYSBy Ian Smith Dog Days Overheard in the early stages of these beige days,my last challenge, trekking the desertfar from a ruinous prime when oases always shimmered,two women walking laps refer to a dog named...

THE RAPTURE OF FUNK By Lenny Lewis Two nights before Frediawas due backfrom elective castrationI carried her one-eyedblack dog down the stairs.Both of us soakedin his urine.It was all he could doto stand up. Totteringin circles....

FAREWELLBy George Freek FAREWELL (After Tu Fu) Now we have to part.You go in one direction,I go in the other.Will we be drunk together,ever again? Last night,walking beside the lake,we sang ballads to the moon,nearly until...

LOVELY DREAMSBy Mitchel Montagna For Ann, 1953-1970 There’s darkness ahead, with reels of grief.But on Christmas Eve nobody could know.They gathered in church to voice their beliefin tones as serene as the falling snow.   Ann’s brother served...