Poetry - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

POKARA, THE CITY OF ANGELSBy Bikal Paudel Hour Hand’s Message to a friend Dear minute hand, I wait for you for an hourAnd you leave in a minuteMaking me wait another 59Till we are again alignedWe both...

LITTLE BLACK BOYBy Daniel Jackson LITTLE BLACK BOY       after William Blake As a stubborn child my father hit me,his hand glistening black as AfroSheen came down like coal-tarand dyed me blue as a Nelly Queen,because I sparkled, I...

REEDUCATION CAMPBy Michael Anthony Istvan Jr. Reeducation Camp a necktie around your neck brace becoming the object of a dare the executioner’s daily practiceof axe swings, aware that he can becalled upon anytime the executioner’s daily practice with the...

REFLECTIONS ON TIES THAT BINDBy Jan Little If marriage offered a narrow tether like Denmark’s attachment to Europe,I could have conformed that much to a husband’s wantsAnd gladly given all that connected me to him...

THE NAMELESSBy Lisa Zaran The NamelessWho are we but immigrants too.Who are we but a lost Country.Who are we but tin blind, partially broken,desperado’s too are we not.Who are we but homelesswith our pawnshop belongings,our...

PROLONGINGBy William Snyder    PROLONGINGShe told me towait a little while.I said okay,I’ll wait outside.Ry Cooder, JoniMitchell, somebodyin Chains—they play and play.I slept last nightin the hollow comfortof the downstairs couch.Alone.I asked herto come too,but she...

AMERICABy Ken W. Simpson File number thirty-eight America The land of the freea paradoxwhere hypocriteswithout ethicsor moral principlesembraced by hateare programmedto cheat the peopledestabilisedemocratically electednationsinstall dictatorspersecute and terrorise.

HIS HANDBy Amelia Abdullah   Dear mama,MamaThe first word of love to ever leave my lipsThe strongest name to call a womanThe hardest job to take onThe mightiest soldier to ever walk the planetThe most beautiful...

REFLECTIONBy Louise Lever Reflection The blended-up shocking-pink skinsOf a handful of frozen cranberries from the USA mixedWith a frozen skinless banana driesOn the sides of my empty smoothie glass. The Milk looks like sea foam, only it...

BABY POEMBy C.H. Coleman Naughty Feel delicious? Okay!“Decadent,” say it,think: herding happinessisn’t always enjoyable. One button too far ona billowy blouse revealsenough already – two, nowan interstate billboard, augments valley viewing.Obvious, but not obnoxious.Enough already! Walkinga third time...