Poetry - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    ALL THIS LOVEby Jared Pearce               Computer ChessI keep clicking undoto trace my losingstreak, to find outall my mistakes.If I go another way,if I had allowed my brotherto tag along more often,or if I had...

IN ANOTHER MAN'S POEMby Gordon Roberts After the Service                     for RudianneAfter the serviceAfter the prayersAfter the family gatheringGoing through his stuffMy sister shows meHis All-Star Cons in blue suedeHis feet were narrowMine are wideBut I took...

ORANGES AND LEMONSby Aaron Fischer Lines for Joey Ramone (Jeffery Ross Hyman, 1951 – 2001) When the last words of some conversationget lost in a spatter of crackle and buzz, I can almost hear again the band roaring...

    IN THIS GREAT AND COMPLEX WORLDby Carla Carlson   GREETING THE BUSINESSMAN AFTER INDIA I have no sayover the sky’sgrey determinations.My husband drivesa motorized toothbrushinto his mouth.He’s still jet-lagged.A problem is a thingone must change.A kiss. A...

FRACTIONSby Anya Lofamia bodies and becoming who chose this face for me : is this mine?there is some strangeness in being bornto a body of a twenty-six-year-old human being.what happened to me? he thought. it was no...

OPEN BOOKby Dominique Williams The Consequences of a Dream A bitter truth wrapped in translucenceA fervent hope dashed upon consciousnessA trip to UtopiaA descent into Hell Memories revealed as an abandoned home;It’s paint and wallpaper peeling off...

Selections fromCALL ME ISHMAEL’S APPRENTICEby Eileen Flaxman Certaintyis thy savior.In this storm–tossed,tumultuous world,with death to our leftand our right,we look to TheeWho never waversWhose word is law andWhose punishment is swift.I am adrift when in...

GRANITEby Elizabeth Spragins Granite a stream of pebblestrickles down the fractured face—rivulets of raintug an acorn from its tombdeep within the wrinkled rocks ~Mount Desert Island, Maine Jewels daybreak polishesdew drops pearled on linden leaveswith emerald fireiridescent damselfliesdance the...

CEILING FANby Kyle Doty   Another Poem About TragedyI told you your sins were absolved.I did not tell you that I don’t have the authority.So I’m a liar.The truth is without you there wouldn’t be a...

WHISPERSby Makayla Minnich Whispers When I am still, I start to think,And thinking rarely serves me well.My mind recalls hurt feelings, fear,And empty threats on which to dwell. A foreign voice spits, “no one cares,”A chilling laugh...