Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

AND SO I BELIEVEby Clark Holtzman And So I Believe A stranger stood next to me at the city zoo. I had stopped at an exhibit of sand and boulders, limbs and brush. It appeared to...

ORANGE CATby Mark Jamieson   She Could BeShe would be the proof in the pudding,Once beyond the should not or shoulding.Ever always, that one stitch in time,Willing and able, to save other nine.Her manner, sweeter more...

I BARELY ESCAPED WITH MY LIFEby Louis Gallo “I BARELY ESCAPED WITH MY LIFE” The lacquered reporters declare another miracleas we now deem the merest rosy swerve from dooma glittering token of divine twitch.Minicams pan the...

TALK RADIOby Sugar Tobey Tang Dynasty Poem She looks twenty but she’s abouttwelve hundred years old nowthe tang dynasty was a long time ago she still waits for a young manto come and dig her a carp...

KELP LASERby Daniel King Anyon Ethos So I will Preserve; so I will DestroyAn anyon is my soul; and as a boyHoneyed is your clayMy plan is advancing dharmaThose times I am hailed as Rama. Pray. So...

WHAT XERO OFFERSby Mark Young What Xero offers The leading online storage &file delivery service is enviedfor her use of the tropes she keeps in a secret gulag of unique art forms. Her young adult ministry is a global provider...

ILLUMINATING POETRYby Judith Simon Prager Illuminating Poetry A candle, held up to the unknown          to fathom, or to pray against, what darkness holds.A lighthouse searchlight,          reaching out to assess the terrain          and find, in all that is, the similars...

MANORby Ann Pedone Manor Particles of lightStrain to the seenIn the shadows of his heart. He knows her faceTaqstes her lips—Sun wrenched in the sky of her longing forThe sightHimInside—the inside of herGrowing upon t he sight...

CHARLEY BONDby William Schoedel He came upon me suddenlyBefore I could retreatHis long lean figureWrapped in an abused overlong grey coatWith a shock of nearly pure white hairTumbling from beneathThe confines of a tattered woolen...

SUNDAY COMING DOWNby Jamel Hall Sunday Coming Down The slight shudder of newspaperadds accents to the commercial break.My mother in her meekest vestmentspaces the house singing songs of jesus,of better days, and inheritance. His name pressed to...