Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

AMBITIONBy Abigail Van Kirk Ambition Scrape coffee grounds from under nails for the altar. Lift up tatters of atriums and ventricles,two each for disheartened ones,beside other meagerbruised-fruit offerings. Peaches in sick-sweet rottenness,     downing their pits and kulningwith this throat.Swallow...

MY FAVORITE NIECEBy Patrick Mahoney THE BASEMENT OR THE ATTIC The line is long and never-endingAs it winds throughout the skyAcross the clouds that hide the sunAnd stars that never shineThe melting pot of human formsBlend...

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...

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...

SEXPECTATIONSBy Kathy Coman  Sexpectationsi can’t help but to thinkabout what tomorrow will bringafter i tasted the sweetness of your kissthat paralyzed my heart what have you done to me that has me longing for days that have...

2nd FLATTEST STATEBy Noah Slowik Rabble-rousers Night traffic performing cautious deeds;good people awaited sacred sinswhile diligent ones are sound asleep,unnecessary suffering begins. Shadow-wanderers seeking starlightcould never resist earthly desires;undeterred by countless warning signs,liable for action that transpires. Travelers...

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...

WHEN I DREAM WELLBy David Matthews When I Dream Well Her head held as if she were posingnow for Renoir, yesterday Rodin,her face I knowfrom when I dream wellchance encounters on grand boulevardswhere peacocks admire themselvesin...

WHEN YOU WERE BORNBy Colin Dodds     Cardiopolis Floating through the worlddispensing permissionunknowinglyCranes raise houses, office boxesbivouacs for a war not yet agreed uponBuildings like the stock exchangeblossom in the snowAt midday in midtowntowers pose for their...

GONE GIRLBy Lana Bella ENWREATHED Now she knew it has been wintersoaking long stretches of rivers and fields. Moving hands intopockets thick of tweed, skin feltthe hollows flaked softly whatsnow patterns made, enwreathedto the islands of her bone-bed.Parched...