Poetry - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

RESILIENCEBy Andrew Hubbard My first name is MarybethMy last name changes about once a decade. I bought this little log cabinWith a stone-fenced vegetable patchFor a backyard, and startedReading gardening books,Started getting my hands dirtyWith some...

RETICENCEBy Rick Adams reticence a heart shatteredlike a brokenmirror; the shardsof glass slitthe wrists ofa man’s desire plagued with lonelinessand fear andhatred and distrust;happiness lost atrial and wassentenced to death a soul abductedand held captiveby emotional scarringthat may...

RUBY THROATBy Jessica Sabo   ruby throatsit down she saysmake yourself comfortableput the napkin in your lap / keep your hands folded / sit up straight she sayscross your ankleslift your chinact like you are interestedI...

HERE FOR THE FOODBy Tim Wenzell Shoes (Global Warming Version) A true woman evacuates with her shoesand makes certain that all of them,wrapped in garbage bags,fill the trunk so thathe will take the back seat with...

FIREHOUSE BABYBy Austen Roye 1. hang in there my springboard is a type ofsocial solitudepublicly isolated with head downin plain sight.managed two maybe threehours of sleep and here nowfar from homefoaming over ideas ofempty typewriter roomsa...

AFTER HIS TOUCHBy Leanne Talavera After His Touch That’s how they’ll get you, throughyour eyes. It’s your eyesthat will cradle flickering irises. Thatwill swim in white paranoia.It will ignore the faces in fearthey’ll meet another, and...

MIND OF A BOYBy Jhier Wells Mind of a Boy When I was a boysummers were waves waitingto carry me to the ocean’s center.When I was a boysummers were trees stretching outits limbs for me to...

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...