Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

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...

JAMES AND THE GODFLESHBy Robert Beveridge James and the Godflesh He bit into the truffle, feltthe hot coppery gushbetween his teeth. Only for a momentdid he pause to considerthe usual solidity of truffles,the absence, most times,of...

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...

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...

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...

CLARITYBy Irene Mitchell Premonition Fallen grapes eaten beneath the vines’ enclosure.All those annoying twists and tangles. Wiser not to dwell on complexitybut feast on regenerative imagination.A drop of water on the lilypadalerts me to possibilities in the field. What...

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...

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...

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...