Poetry - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

REDGATEby Robert Wood REDGATE Where carrots and cabbagesand ships hauled over sand and sound where they remarked thatthe colour was always green, somehow, andthe mushrooms were never found where the twilight was molassesbecause we lost our matches, that was...

YOU HAD ME AT GOODBYEby Alan Berger All the things you left behind.Your toothbrush, your pillow, where you would rest your restless mind.The book you wrote and read out loud.The way you couldn’t blend in...

STARSby Cecilia Devine AugustWhat would you thinkIf I told youI dreamt ofyour open-mouthed kisses on my neckAndyour touch against my leg-stained with the Redwood Earth?You and I hidden altogether byA canopy of trees.I could have...

FILE NUMBER THIRTY-ONEby Ken Simpson Drowning Shadows of familiar facesappear in dreamsas memoriesempty of empathybefore disappearing. The Vanity of Disbelief The lure of lunacybeckons mindsdeprived of honestyexploited by mythsamd liesabout patriotismparadise and pride.

SAVE FACEby Marissa Lucatorto YouYouYou who invade my dreamsAttack my mindEnrage my spiritYouWho comes to meWhen it is darkWhen no one else is aroundWhen everything is quiet, silent, stillYouWho make me think terrible thoughtsMake me...

I SEE THE GREAT CITIESby Joseph A. Dandurand I did not gatherwe are all here for thesame reason or anotherand the breaths we take inand out and in and outgive us the time toexperience all...

LONG FORGOTTEN MISERYby Jon Benham Long forgotten misery. They say,control, control,condone, condone.Maybe then, your progresswill have been shown.Why must the view of window panebe to blame for our struggle?When it isthe walls who beg to differ.And,...

BELLE VOIRby Marc Carver BELLE VOIR As we sat in the restaurantone of the woman who worked in the restaurant cameand sat opposite me for a meetingI could see her open legs under the tablealmost to...

THE DRINKING POEMby Jesse Domingos What’s In a Name Who was he?The man I am named after, Jesse.A king, a warrior?No, A shepherd with seven children.What happen to your sons? Of your daughters?Were you there as they...

LOWER THE BLINDSby Edward Bonner A faint murmured word spoken with a stunning smile.Like opening your eyes in the early morning and gazing at Jupiter all alone.A surreal glow filled the heavens from her beauty.An...