Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

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...

(S)LAUGHTERBy Henry 7. Reneau, Jr. (S)laughter Silent as something dark to sparkle from.  The slight degreeswhere the truth goes missing.  When we exit with or without intentionone ruthless traditionof social ruination for another.  The antidote'sunmentioned nod to...

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...

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...

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...

CONSIDERED OVERBy Victoria Randall PSYCHO AND SOMATIC red artillery aims to inflame injurywhite walls raise to slay diseasestoo diffuse to destroyan air light feeling firstthat later weighs all the water downburdening one pound per beadof morbid...

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...

SELF TALKBy Emily Butler  Self Talk Looks like somebody forgot to take their Dylar this morning. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the tracks? Got a bad case of the un-days? The end times? Don’t you...

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...

PURGEBy Matt Barker Purge Recently, I have been guiltyof leavingthe paper blank a writer is onlyas goodas the ink                    that makes itonto the paper I am scared I might have                                                lost it….. Deposit the day is drowningunable to endurethe unflinching trickle of time writers never...