Poetry - Year III - Number 13 - May 2018

NAVELBy Edward Lee MOURNING The trees outside my windoware weeping leaves,not in sympathyto the pain in my heartat your sharp sudden absence,but simply becauseautumn has fallen. NAVEL Every time,without fail,before they make love,she picks fluff from his navel;there...

A SONNET TO MY HUSBANDBy Cassidy Manley  A Cancer Poem He died on a September dayBut you could sayHe died all yearOr forty sixIt rises from his skin like mistAnd dew-like, settles onThe couchWe threw awayBut...

L’ARUME DA LLISBOApor Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ TIMES SQUARE Times Square.Marzu, 2017.La Hestoria convidomea chumar un treitu.La Hestoria,-díxome ella-fai tiempu que punxo’l so llaren Nueva York.Ye un bon llugar-díxome ella-,pa decatasede que de xemes en cuanduye posiblealgamar...

     THE INCESSANT PRAYERby Olga Kawecka     All will be just for the better.Do not listen to the world,Whose speech is but a clatterFrom the hollows of Naught.2017    How the Gothic world laughs by its joking gargoylesAt this...

AT HALF-PAST TENBy Souzi Gharib  J.F.K. In Massachusetts, Brookline, an ailing childWas born to an ancient Irish clan,A lineage of kings, heroes and bards. For History and English he had a flairBut he had a date with...

SUNWASHED AND WASTEDBy John Sweet a beautiful failure like dogs runningthrough frozen fields like february sunlight ondirty ice blue skies cut by powerlines anddying gods left where they lie abandoned factoriesand empty warehouses this is the place meaningless words castingdistorted shadows...

DEAR HERONBy Danielle Hanson Dear Heron You have grown tired of my presence.I am a ghost haunting the wrong house.You are the knowing inhabitant of my ineffectiveness.I am what happens in the hour when clocks fall...

ANOTHER HOME POEMBy Daniel Ruefman    Another Home PoemAre homes places to which we clinglonger than we should,as if we are paint chips flakingfrom the doorjambs,or foam insulation bleedingthrough the seams of splintered siding.Or are they...

A DUAL PERSPECTIVEBy Patrick Erickson   A DUAL PERSPECTIVEDoes the edge of gloryreally work?Are you skittish?Are you skirtingthe edgewalking the walktoeing the line?Does it glowlike the glowwormlike its doubleits wormholeits twinlike those lighting stripsthat direct youdown...

AS MENBy Talon Florig As MenAs men we are taught that a woman’s walls are to be conquered, their gates to be crashed. We learn that only in the thrill of the hunt will we...