Poetry - Year III - Number 12 - April 2018

MIDLIFEby Timothy Robbins Midlife You go to bed early. The typewriter(which stutters) is locked in the closetfor fear it will write somethingbeautiful. It does anyway, clatteringon its own in the arms of all those emptyshirts, between...

EQUINOX SWINGSby Anca Vlasopolos  Equinox Swings you’d think equinox means scales perfectly balancedour tilting world for once in harmony yet the arc of sun over trees and water cuts itself thinnerthinner each day         while moon’s arc rises           ...

I TRAVELEDby Kai Raine Heart An apartment buried in booksA nose buried in pagesEyes that fill and spill.Pages smudge.Face in a pillow,Muffled screams?Sobs?Cries. Heart caves to too much caffeine,Pressure in the chestDesperate for a bed.Responsibilities abound.Pushed to...

REFUSALS by Jeanette L. Miller REFUSALS           (after watching Jean Cocteau’s “Orphee”)Death calls him from the mirrorbut men can’t reach her alive.The mirror remains only mirroruntil Orpheus puts on his gloves. Hands first, he passes through the glass,becoming Death’s...

SURFERSBy Byron Beynon BOB DYLAN: BLOOD ON THE TRACKS The strong cardboard sleeve camewith Till's photographas the back cover turnedto an illustration by Oppenheim;I'd heard Dylan sing liveonly once in an English field,occupying the stage like...

THE CIRCLEby Marc Carver AMBIVALENCE The man stands at the barhe tries to talk to everyone who comes to the barbut most ignore himI don't know how long he has been therebut I am guessing a...