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...

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...

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...

MY GRETELby John O'Connor  My Gretel My sister never called me Hanselbut she knew I would lead her to trouble.The hollyhocks looked at us mischievously from the frost wall garden and we stole outin the twilight to...

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...