Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

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...

OUT OF BEDby Penney Knightly Out of Bed Slow to serenade, wispy, extendingarms and legs, a jungle heap.Moss-fern overgrowth.Dew on cheeks and inner limbs,I blush in dark placeshiding against sky light, and crunch of air. I slither...

I DO NOT LIE IN’T, YET IT IS MINEby Dane Myers If my dead grandpa, a kindly and devoted Republican farmer, were to visit the living   he’d first ask about black angus and alfalfa…      then the weather…         and...

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...

BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTSby Emily Brummett Boston, Massachusetts: she steps off a twelve-hour ridenext to a stranger-whose shuffled music playlistand snoresdidn’t know personal space. Footfalls and fast food stopsfill the train stationas she barrels through the massessuitcases dragging behindto...

SLICKby Mia Condic #1SLICKI knew a guy in collegehe listened only to classical musica psychology studentyou could tell he was destined for a future inphilosophical monologuesthe way he orchestrated the words from hisclassical mouthbut a...

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...

OUT OF THE BLUE IS TRUEby Tim Suermondt   DEAUVILLE The morning comes like movie stars,movie stars in sailboats. I’m no star in any configuration,but I acknowledge Beauty’s pecking orderand I gladly give her a pass on my...

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...

HOPESby Alexa Tirapelli “Hopes”His name was Bud Hopes, or Lou –something like that, or what-have-you.They found his journal in an abandoned barnamong dusty knick-knacks and next to his body,to which he had done some harm.They...