Poetry - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

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...

SHE IS A WOMANby James Evan Gates ImpermanenceStop what you are doing and take a nap.Your bed is calling. The rain is falling.Our long and arduous expedition has come to an end.Be at peace with...

INTO THE BLIZZARDby Kathy Robertson Fall Festivities During our annual drivewe rediscoverthe buttery meadowsmeandering amongstNiagara Escarpment bluffsdecked in colourful coatsof the season burgundy,gold, scarlet, plum—as sun’s raystorch the landscape. Crisp, crinkly leavescrunch underfootas we stop to surveyroadside...

HONEY JARS IIby Allie Rigby Bones Where I am from, women have brokenfingernails that dig in the dirtlike badgers, looking for bones. Bonesmean yes, a lovely spot for pansies.Plant two there. We scrub our handsbefore dinner....

TWILIGHTby Richard Dinges, Jr Twilight Shadows hide intwilight, hide inbanality of dimskies cracked byblurred limbs.  Limbssway spasmodicallyin wind's whispers.A judgment of a daythat promised sharp linesbetween light and dark,now slips quietlyover a gray horizon.A judgment recastson...

    TEENAGE ANGSTby Omar Reyes   Teenage Angsti was never really in lovei was only sleepwalking with a loaded gun aimed at your forehead15 miles away comfortably decaying on an empty twin bed covered in batman sheets listening to my favorite band singing about broken body parts dancing alone...

ALIVE DAYby Ashley Ener   ALIVE DAY You don’t know you’re in something till it’s overYou don’t know you’ve made an impact till it’s pastEver changingEver stillOne minute you’re sixteen wanting to make a differenceThe next you’re...

I AM AN AFRICANby Okoli Stephen    I AM AN AFRICANI am an African,Not blackI'm dark, with bright brilliant colourBold and strongGiftedTalentedAnd craftyDark I amNot blackSo, don't pity meI am an AfricanNot a monkeyMy colour is...

SONATAby Trivarna Hariharan LullabyListeningto our river’s old flow—I make peace with myself. SonataWhat shall fillthe absence ofthe flowers thathave fallen fromour Kadamba? ReflectionIn the stillnessof an autumn river—I meet a worlduntouched bythe mind. FloweringBreath by breath—a peony opens...