Poetry - Year III - Number 15 - August 2018

BORROWby Mike Yunxuan Li  BorrowMike is not my name,I told you.I borrowed it from Bibleto roam the land of Uncle Sam.It’s my tuxedo and pasta,a manbehind which the I hid and ate,slept, woke and educated.Shame...

AMUSING MY MUSEby Endika Sangroniz     AMUSING MY MUSEMy muse stepped on the Earth and faced mortalitySince then, she is the icon of feminine freedomAn iconoclast from head to toeShe calls the shots, she soaks my...

LOVE CALLS OF FOXESby Jack Conway   Love Calls of Foxes Last night I heard the gray fox howl,along the old stone wall,three yips and then a scream,ungodly sounds,its ritual mating call.Love calls of foxes,reminds usthat love...

LOVE CALLS OF FOXESby Jack Conway   Love Calls of Foxes Last night I heard the gray fox howl,along the old stone wall,three yips and then a scream,ungodly sounds,its ritual mating call.Love calls of foxes,reminds usthat love...

SHROUD FOR A SOULby María Agustina Pardini Shroud For A Soul His soul shrieked atThe touch of the cold iron bars,Confined, existing in vain,Sentenced, living in pain.Elated by a diurnal shaft of light,Soon to be dismissed...

AFTER THE RAINby Jack Brown  AFTER THE RAIN The squirrels told herit was safe to talk with me.Birds who protected her beforegave their approval.They look after their own.Wearing ribbons of struggleshe beckoned with woundsand wonder. Seekingthe...

A POET’S QUILLby Antoine Airoldi   A poet’s quill grows so slow;From a bird in mid air, too low;Loses its flight attendant, oh;Watch its mill flow even more;When the seasons change;The days shrink to an inch;All...

TEARBLANKETby Reuben Ellis  Tearblanket To alter flesh, use the deciduous catclaw,the spiculumed acacia, tearblanketitscommon name, unpronounceable in  ambiguity.  I could describe it to you,three-thorned, polygamous flowers, pinnatepods, but you will know it because you willbe bleeding...